he pulls his hood down tight 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?