You're standing on a thin line between reality and oblivion. Could be the side of a highway, could be the terrace railing of a highrise apartment. It all looks the same with blurred vision, so it doesn't really matter. What does matter, is that there's something watching you. You feel the unease of it, something settling upon your shoulders, tense and heavy, eyes boring through you. It's waiting for something, you can't quite figure out what. Maybe for you to do something honest, or stupid, or suicidal. It occurs to you that maybe you're better off not knowing.