Sombre Glue Mules till the gluefields, labor heavily against the current, trail chains in their wake in the event of a slippage. To the east, a fallen Mule is sinking; the chain tightens and drags it back to the ranch for hosedown & refurbishment. Your hand is unable to lift from the goblet that alluringly floats in the translucent ooze. The muscles in your legs are weakening and your hunched body is being dragged further into the glue with each ragged breath. The frozen, winking goblet draws closer to your face. As the thick glue fills your throat you finally know what it is to know love.