he thinks, although he'd never stared or focused on it for this long before. there's an almost
pleasantly warm sensation in his head, and his arm is a lot heavier than he remembers. everybody's
beginning to sound nonsensical and his brain, as if to spite him, floods with variations
on different words and phrases, all of which now seem completely abstract.

the waves of frantic voices now blend together like auditory soup, and he recognizes only
the sound of the birds a few meters away.