Two years after everything happened, I’m only now beginning to feel like I exist in reality again – tentatively starting to piece together some sort of future. Still, I wanted to capture the state that kept knocking the ground out from under me during those endless, feral days of nonstop battles in my mind, alienation, and a complete re-evaluation of values. One kind of revelation for me was Remarque’s The Road Back. I never expected that war and a failed revolution would stir such similar em...