Hell of a Book

by Jason Mott

Sometimes, having the condition that I have, all of the daydreaming, all of the memory loss, all of the muddled thoughts, it makes me wonder what all I’ve forgotten in my life. It makes me wonder if there’s some great and wonderful thing that I once knew that now eludes me.

So when did I change from being a victim of the world’s cruelty to being a part of it?