At one point in his memoir, Daudet describes staying at a sanatorium, one of those places where everyone understands what everyone else is going through. He talks about the strange pleasure of searching for the patient whose experience of illness is most like his own. Today’s version of the sanatorium is the Internet, where you find a vaporous world of fellow-sufferers, companions in isolation and fear and frustration, as well as practitioners who have made it their life’s work to understand why a segment of the population always feels unwell. I fell into the rabbit hole, and emerged in another world, online.
I’m fighting with what I want and what is logical, reasonable, rational, appropriate, and all of those other words we put in the way of something we want.
“Looking down at the barrel of a shotgun, I pulled the trigger and bits and pieces of my skull scattered everywhere. When they found my body there was a note on the wall that I had written in blood that read ‘Rainbows always make me smile.'”
– Producer Snafu