Salvadore Dalí - The Lugubrious Game You cling to your anxieties or they cling to you, like dog excrement on a peach, a maggot in your bite of apple, a bloody human heart that stinks like a dead fish. You focus on these nightmares and can’t wake up from them, being human, weak, powerless, abject, and subject to your fears and embarrassments, while everyone else laughs at you, over and over.