6:35am

I am surrounded by black ash. This is hindsight. Its clear as day now, but I don’t remember any flames from last night. In fact, if it wasn’t for spending my morning wafting through these fading embers, I wouldn’t have any inclination to remember anything at all. I must have said too much last night. I must have drank too much. I must have taken it too far again. But.. Too far? Is there even such a thing anymore?  Wherever “too far” is, I’d like to go there.
In fact I suppose I will spend the rest of my life looking for it.

But is “too far” a person, place, or thing? I’m intrigued by the possibilities.