Everything suddenly seems displaced, subtle gradations erase borders, but it’s more forceful than that.

What? Did we end up hating each other? Did we end up the way we thought we always knew would? Did I end up wearing khakis because of that fucking ad?

I needed something–the distraction of another life–to alleviate fear.

I had all the characteristics of a human being– flesh, blood, skin, hair– but my depersonalization was so intense, had gone so deep, that the normal ability to feel compassion had been eradicated, the victim...