I feel good and want more of it, more and more until I’m fat and gluttonous and only looking for the next thing to satisfy me, so I start to slim down and focus and delete excess until I’m thin as a stick and hold a lamppost to not blow away in the wind, and hold there and look for something to weigh me down and add one thing and then catch again the fever for adding and forgetting why I ever wanted to take away anything and so again start adding.