Yesterday, I came across this doodle that I drew in 1992:

I am drowning.
The water is murky and ice cold.
My skin is turning blue and my life is diminishing.
I don’t expect anyone to save me.
Even though I’m dying, I doubt I’ll ever totally run out of oxygen.

But when I do get back to the surface, as I believe I will eventually,
I will still be frozen
I will need to thaw.
I don’t know if there will be time to thaw completely before I start to drown again.
And if that happens,
I can’t say that I’ll survive.

Well???
Maybe.