Have you seen this wordless graphic novel "flood" by Eric Dooker which depicts a huge city soaked in perpetual rain not unlike the apocalyptic 40 day flood? I was in the city area soaked in the endless rain. The images of the menacing vertical steel and glass monsters flooded into my mind. People just flood in and out of the city every second and there's only concrete fortress of skyscrapers walling you in. It's just me. And depression filling my vessel up rapidly. I'm here watching myself drown. No more opening the wrong doors that lead to nowhere. No more cheap conversations. No more pain in the chest. No more incomprehensible talks. No more manic preachers flooding you with information you don't wanna know. No more social adaption.