Zalman confessed that as he listened to Sammy’s tale, he’d wanted to cover his ears, to stop it all, to go back in time when the world had been somewhat normal, but he’d known, even at his young age, that this was impossible. He became a voyeur of sorts, no longer a participant in his own life. Just like watching an old movie reel, not being a part of anything, not feeling. That was the only way to exist, to cope.
