...but that was the thing about reality. It didn't need to make sense.

Madness is surprisingly freeing.

I was still wearing my shoes. The staff was paid to wash the sheets after every visit, and by the point we left the field, I’d dressed and undressed so many times in the course of decontamination that I never wanted to remove my clothes again. I’d just wear them until they dissolved, and then spend the rest of my life naked.

It is what it is. Isn't that how these things always go? They are what they are. We just get to cope.

Never tell anyone to be careful, never ask what that noise was, and for the love of God, never, ever say that you'll be right back." —Evelyn Baker

I guess in the end, it doesn’t matter what we wanted. What matters is what we chose to do with the things we had.

That’s the trouble with being scared all the time. Eventually, people just go numb.