About a man sitting in the pews contemplating on how he got there and where he should go from here.
How a tin plate can make one’s blood curl, foam, and pound like a roaring ocean is God's joke on the sophistication of man. How long can I disillusion myself? How long do I play this game we call life? This life I have once found successful. I am a man in men's eyes, yet no doubt a pitied creature before God.
Short and sad, introspective and moving, familiar and touching. It makes the reader both sympathize yet wonder what brought the author or character to that point.
