Philip Bram

It feels like your brain is on the outside of your head or something. You turn to look at something and it takes a second or two for it to catch back up. It's dizzying and you feel like you're gonna pass out or vomit. And it's like people are barely even there, ya know. They're like ghosts. It's a very strange dichotomy, you have more sympathy and love than ever before, but then you no longer feel the need to show it. And then suffering and death becomes more and more insignificant. It's like there becomes less and less of a difference between the perpetrator and the victim. I really have no idea what to make of it. All I know is that I enjoy being here FAR more than the alternative.