Every time I thought I had reconstructed one bottle from beginning to end, another was added: the one thrown before it fell to shatter on the ground; and another still before it flew off. There were so many bottles that even if I had imagined them all, there would still have been room for more. The bottles multiplied, becoming even more numerous than numbers that could be counted, until they became so dense and entangled that they no longer allowed any passage between them. They filled up every last bit of space in my mind.