THAT FLEETING SELF-DESTRUCTIVE IMPULSE

You know what I'm talking about? Where you're standing on a cliff or at the edge of a tall building, say, and just for a second you get that fleeting thought of "What would it be like to hurl myself off?" Or when you've just finished building something that took a lot of work, and you imagine for a bare instant just smashing the hell out of it for no reason?

The water has almost evaporated out of the bowl I left it in, two and a half weeks of arduous patience and observation later, and I just now got the impulse to pour a bunch more water in there. What in the jim-jam is that all about.