Crazy

The worst curse is to be crazy and know it. It's not just watching the slow descent into madness, it's drowning in it, sucking it into your lungs, letting it overcome you, all the while, watching from a distance, the faithful observer, desperately scribbling in his journal, hoping to discover some clue as to how to out him out of the muck. But looking down at the paper, you realize that the pages are drenched and the ink is smudged because that drowning man is you. And you panic, and flail and sink even deeper. All the while, watching from a distance is the faithful observer, ad infinitum. Not even Ourobourus had it this bad.