I often find my eyes red when I happen to glance in a mirror during every endless day. I look up and out the window and they protest, dry and fatigued from the effort and the exposure to the air. I direct my gaze downward to cease their complaints, lids drawing half-closed like blinds. When I am around other people, all this is accompanied by deep, slow breaths or heavy sighs that draw what little energy and interest I possess into air without, my life dissolving in the oxygen molecules around me, reduced to so much carbon dioxide.