Sitting numbly in the corner, barely able to move, the mind is reduced to mush in response to what has just occurred - even if that was months ago now, on a night like tonight or a day like today. The romance that has characterised years of a pristinely-built identity has shrivelled overnight and is no more... those words "no more" have a pitch starkness about them and we hate it! Control is a thing we no longer have. What does all this mean?