... i saw myself walking down a lonely city street in the rain ... the street glowed slick from the yellow street lights gleaming ... i was hunched over with my trench coat drenched ... my fedora poured a steady drip of rain down the front of my coat ... i was a lonely man in a deserted city in the middle of the night ... what was the theme music ... jazz ... with a sax blowing mellow ... where were you headed ... to an unknown destination ... to the end of the street ... and the street went on forever ... it was a chilling experience ... i just kept a slow pace ... with the moment of clarity came less cycling ... the thoughts were slowing down ... it was the transition from the rage of mania to depression with a stop in between ...