So why am I depressed? That's the million-dollar question, baby, the Tootsie Roll question; not even the owl knows the answer to that one. I don't know either. All I know is the chronology.

Time is a person-made concept.

It’s a huge thing, this Shift, just as big as I imagined. My brain doesn’t want to think anymore; all of a sudden it wants to do.

Sometimes when you open a book, time stops.

And when you say the truth you get stronger.

I can't eat and I can't sleep. I'm not doing well in terms of being a functional human, you know?

And that was the closest I've ever come to an epiphany.