passing through the largest concentration of yellow and its bivouac to the river , feeding dogs from meat stands , popping more methamphetamines , watching branches float away in the waters , and feeling rain fall on your head , you seem to have found exhilaration in having gotten away from all inhabitants in the city , though i would hardly call it a commune with your deeper self well , whatever it is , i have arrived at the peaceful , remote island of myself , and to do so i had to pass through a school of fish and large yellow waves .