I looked inside myself and I found nothing. My fighting spirit had slipped away unseen sometime in the past. No one had ever updated me. There was no message, no forwarding address. I lay on my bed barely conscious, unwilling to get up. There was nothing left to draw upon, he'd taken all my energy with him, he'd raided the larder of my last couple of fucks that could possibly be given.
I'll wash myself under this drip falling from the ceiling. And, I'll drink from it too. When I need food I'll eat my socks. And when I need to go to the loo... well I'll just do what I have to do.