I had scavenged myself a red bottle of wine.

The first quarter of the bottle, I found myself disgusted.
Every effort towards another sip was hesitant labor. My thoughts
danced along the line: "I suppose this will to go to waste."

The first half of the bottle, I found myself immune.
My mind could not be stirred by such a lowly force. I thought
myself totally immune til the moment I stood to relieve myself:
"Ah, it has captured my body- the lower of two forms."

By the third quarter of the bottle, I found myself entranced by
reality. The world was swirling with romance. Every angle from which I
viewed had been appended by an additional few meters, as to give the
illusion that it were being shot by a cinema camera. I saw this
happening: that it were not real. But it did not matter. How wonderful,
that this state of mind were accessible at any moment, barred only
by the presence of a cork? How wonderful, if a person could remain in
that state forever?

The whole of the bottle had not yet been finished.