Soothing warm water from the shower head cascaded over his face

It was 1993. He lay in a heap at the bottom of the communal shower.

Soothing warm water from the shower head cascaded over his face. He entered a trance-like state, his eyes just slightly open. All was quiet. The door locked. Nobody was around. He was all alone.

Was this a state of deep depression? A nervous breakdown?

He thought about nothing as the waves of water washed over his head and face.