How Am I Supposed to Heal if I Can't Feel Time?

I have to believe in a world outside my own mind. I have to believe that my actions still have meaning…

Narrative (and art) are beginning to find their way back into my life...this feels important...it is as if as long as we can still construct stories, even though there is still no meaning, there is at least hope for meaning.

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