The Deep

by Nick Cutter

It’s not even the fear of death that constantly nibbles at the edge of his mind. It’s the sense of unreality. This out-of-body feeling that you’ve stepped away from the path your species has always tread. Things become dreamlike, inessential. Your mind, seeking solace in the familiar, retreats to those things you understand, but those things become so much harder to grasp.

sometimes the only way to disburden oneself of the poison is to share it with somebody else.