a self-help book whose title (Oblivion the Price of Sanity?) stirred his ever hopeful heart. “Depression is one of the unknown modes of being. There are no words for a world without a self, seen with impersonal clarity. All language can register is the slow return to the oblivion we call health when imagination automatically recolors the landscape and habit blurs perception and language takes up its routine flourishes.” He was about to turn the page for more help when a sound caught him.
