We destroy parts of ourselves every day. We Photoshop our warts away. We edit the parts we hate about ourselves, modify the parts we think people hate. We curate our identity, carve it, distill it. Krista’s wrong. Annihilation is all we are.
“You want me to keep repeating myself? You want me to tell you that I see my dead father? That I talk to him? That sometimes I lose time? That there are gaps in my life where I don’t know what happened? That I’m losing my mind? That I didn’t even recognize my own sister? That I don’t know how to control this thing? I don’t know how to stop it? Fine!”