And from the vortex of my imagination spurted forth nostalgia laced recollections which had been tucked away in tin boxes so as to avoid an inevitably unwanted confrontation in the future. As the convulsions commenced, what was left of my conciousness grew restless with unrelenting anticipation, and the anticipation seeped from the pores in my skin in thick excrutiating blobs that left me with the same general feeling of finishing a peculiarly difficult excramentation process.