i remember a man once told me "i don't break down". he told me so when he broke down. he was shaking. he was angry. he wasn't alone. he was just cut from his memories. he was cold. very cold. i didn't say a word. i watched him as he watched his very own misery. and we both knew nothing would be the same as before. we said goodbye, and we never talked again. he was of the rare species who could apprciate the color pink. and that says it all.