It’s like being in quicksand. I’m just continuously going down. Everything seems to be aiding making go deeper in to the sand. Everywhere I turn its bad news. Financial knives everywhere and they are quite sharp. My body is full of marks from these knives such that sometimes the sand sooth the pain and going deeper into the sand may even seem better. That’s crazy as I wouldn’t survive. I look around and I see no one, nobody around, absolutely nobody, so I see no point in putting my hands out hoping someone can drag me out. There are daggers thrown at me, I have a good idea where they are coming.