Ah, the morning after.

A term used to describe any number of situations, usually of the liminal kind. The morning after you have misplaced your head at your hosts place. Will you find it? There's no gaurantees. And even if you did, would you want to?

The morning after you have slept with your boss' wife and woken up to realise that it was your boss in drag. Will you get over it? Will whiskey and tablets help you?

The morning after you've decided to take your last breath of air and find yourself in the emergency room. White walls blistering in their sterility. Would you want to cry? From releif? Dissappointment?
At all?

How are your liminality express itself?

As for alternative a - a night of heavy sipping´- its morning after punishes you. Two mosquitos come to mock you by the dozens, creating such a powerful ringing that you can't be sure if it is the world that has finally decided to give up one great death rattle or if this sound is an imaginary sound emanating from and staying within your head. A post - drunken state will leave you not quite knowing the difference, in contrast to the drunken state had you convinced that everything that spouted from your mouth was the god-honest truth and that the regurigtated dip sauce is Art.

And that it was allright to strip.
And that no-one will press charges.