leaving only his eyes exposed. The still visible skin on his face is a pale yellow, his eyes, bloodshot and screaming with pain. He reads more:

I want to forget certain things, whole sections of my life… events, people, feelings… but my incessant mind won’t let me.

Did I really want to forget anyway? What excuse would I have to be angry then? Did I really want to let this soft, comfortably numb feeling go away? What would I do with myself?

Trying now to remember the things that he once tried so hard to forget was a frustrating task. What happened in the last few days was still all a blur, and now as he searches for clues, he finds that he is learning more about the previous 10 years than the past 10 days.