YOU WILL ONE DAY STOP TUMBLING AND ASK YOURSELF WHY YOU WASTED ALL THIS TIME TUMBLING WHEN YOU COULD’VE BEEN OUTSIDE, IN THE SUN, THE GLORIOUS SUN, TRYING TO SOAK THE LIGHT UP BEFORE IT FLARES OUT INTO NOTHINGNESS, INTO A STAR OF NOTHING, AND DARKNESS AND COLD COVERS THE EARTH, AND YOU’RE GOING TO BE LIKE, GODDAMNIT, I SPENT ALL THAT TIME TUMBLING AND NOW THE SUN IS DEAD AND WE ALL HAVE TO LIVE UNDER LIGHTS THAT MAKE US WEAK IN THE STOMACH AND DIZZY IN THE HEAD. THE LIGHTS ARE BRIGHTER THAN THE SUN EVER WAS IN THE WORST WAY AND MAKES EVERYTHING FEEL DARKER. YOU WILL START DRINKING APPLE JUICE. LOTS AND LOTS OF APPLE JUICE. WHY ALL THE APPLE JUICE? BECAUSE IT MAKES YOU FEEL ALIVE, GODDAMNIT. IF YOU EVER BUMP INTO CORMAC MCCARTHY ON THE STREET YOU WILL TELL HIM THAT HE, TOO, WAS RIGHT, BUT THAT HE NEVER MENTIONED THE HEAVY APPLE JUICE CRAVINGS THE END OF THE SUN BRINGS. HE WILL TELL YOU TO WATCH OUT FOR THE INDIANS SCALPING COMMUTERS ON 23RD STREET AND GO ABOUT HIS DAY.