-Is like a large drop of rain on the back of an ant that you can’t get off easy. You’ve got to walk, shit, sleep with it weighing heavy persistent. Every second is punctured by a sigh but you go on, ‘cause winter is close and you need to restock. Time’s the walk of fire but across it lies peace. Hang in there.
Here’s something to spare you a few sighs if string’s your thing.