Something is still very wrong; I'm just tired of doing the intellectual equivalent of shouting. When one stands and simply shouts (such as in an insulated space or an unpopulated wilderness), in a sustained manner, and nothing changes, and no one comes running with urgent concern, the attention drifts to one's irritated throat, and one's tiring lungs. The shouting becomes tiring.
Anyway, I figure I can keep steadily whispering "danger, danger," so long as the lights are still on.
