Just thinking, a perfectly sane mind, slowly losing every fragment of its sanity, a slow and fruitless struggle, meaningless and purposeless before an inevitable end. Forced to take refuge in carnal pleasure, all to escape to the only remotely intact corner of what was once her former self. Just imagining it paints a smile on anyone's face. I hope to continue smiling with your work, my good sir.... Also, that the translator has not upset my message too much, he, he, he, he.