No one can tell what goes on in between the person you were and the person you become. No one can chart that blue and lonely section of hell. There are no maps of the change. You just come out the other side. Or you don't.
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He was digging up moths and they were flying up and landing on his forearms and he was licking them off his forearms. And then he wandered on and kind of took a nap for most of the day.