Somewhere in the middle, this child of the crazy house, the drama house.
There are strangers who will treat you well. And good, kind friends who will treat you poorly. Hard work can be your salvation. You can shape reality with fantasy and desire.
Still - here you are, in the middle between crazy and abandon, trying to be good and make it all right.
And over the whole world, the rain washes down; a baptism; a cleansing; fading and blurring the sharp lines of memory, and offering something approaching an answer.