"Vivian will always be too much, so much, a lot. She can't be anything less than a lot. She can only be." Vivian is ill; that is irrefutable. She is ill, and she is mad, and there is nothing that can tether her to the world. She is too much and too little, too far and in between, and there is nothing she can do but live. But even living is hard, and trapped between euphoria and misery, Vivian sinks into a despair she will never fully understand.