something you love is going to be taken away. And then
you will fall to the floor crying. And then, however much
later, it is finally happening to you: you're falling to the
floor crying thinking, "I am falling to the floor crying," but
there's an element of the ridiculous to it — you knew it
would happen and, even worse, while you're on the floor crying
you look at the place where the wall meets the floor and you
realize you didn't paint it very well.