There comes a time, and for some it’s many times, when the liver has taken almost all the damage it can stand from the consumption of cheap, fortified wine, and one must lay down to experience a profound slumber, similar to the paralysis found in opium dens. For the homeless person, possibly dying already from the condition of their organs, it’s a time of extreme helplessness and vulnerability. It is also a time of forgetting the place where they have arrived, however temporarily, and forgetting the circumstances of their past which have delivered them to this near-final destination.
