At first there was pain, but there’s not even much of that anymore. Just this dull aching. As though the life is being sucked out of me. I’m so detached from everything it’s like I’m watching the world through FaceTime. I spend most of my time watching endless episodes of things I hate: a Netflix documentary about glassblowing, a history series about Hitler’s failed art career, another documentary called Hannibal: The Man Who Hated Rome.
