Do you see that I’m drowning? Or am I that far out at sea? When I beat the water around me so violently it turns to white foam, do you ignore it? I can’t say that I’m helping. I muffle my screams into the ocean so that I don’t disturb you. Because I know you captain a sinking ship. And you don’t know where you’re going or how to get there. You’re learning as you steer, and you’re learning alone. You don’t let anyone help you because you are proud. But that’s what is killing you, and me, and those you carry. Do you see...