It's too cold.

Oh but what's to be done in a world so undone.

You cannot tie knots as quickly as the knots unravel.

As the impersonal mechanisms of the world start taking you under and you know not who you are. Why does this always happen?

...Or, why do we always let it happen? as the line between fate and personal responsibility unravels and splinters.

Can you suffocate from having too much air?

Oh but I wrap myself up to stay warm. No one else will do it for me.