The accidents and injuries recounted here took place a long time ago. We're healed now, but we're different than before. I've been thinking more about this…
You open your eyes. Disoriented. Dirty. Details are sharp but nonsensical. Rising dust motes. The tick of a spinning freewheel. A dog with five white whiskers…
In every crash there is a moment where the brain fails to comprehend what is happening. It's a predictable problem: We trust our experience to be one thing…
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