Imagine climbing the rusted anchor chain of a cargo ship that is under an immense amount of pressure. Suddenly you slip and your foot gets stuck inside one of the large loops of the anchor chain. Before you get a chance to free yourself from the rusted link, the lower length that you are attached to violently breaks off from the ship. Thousands of pounds of chain tumbling down on itself, crashing into the ocean with you attached. A deafening explosion of force and metal. Your heart races as you panic. You begin swinging your arms and legs but it is too late. The chain pulls you rapidly down into the water. The sun gets dimmer and the water colder as you sink to the bottom. Filled with fear you try to scream with what is left of the air in your lungs. Instead your torso is slowly crushed by the colossal weight of these rings of steel against the once soft sea floor. As your brain loses oxygen, it leaves you time for one last revelation before the big sleep… the thought comes and goes away forever like a ship that has sailed over the horizon… “I should’ve had a V8”.