Kometa bosi

2 madmen sparred on the planks of a shipwreck, the sun was rising.
2 madmen sparred, they had been drinking all night. Neither could admit they were mad, their insanity hid, excused by the drink. Their madness was not so shameful, nothing beyond what the ordinary suffer, yet have no insight (to acknowledge). But they were prideful, + so drunk. Drank deep + heavy hoping for something, a change, a change in the very rules of existence itself that meant they could be happy and not feel a sense of guilt imposed.