Marshal Authenreith

“Every night, the dreams pour down and engulf me. An hour, or a day, or even a whole week from my past spills out from the dark, wrapping up my mind in a cocoon of old sensations I thought I’d left behind. Like there’s a time machine in my head, I’ll be catapulted backward, uncomfortably squeezed into my younger skins like shoes that I’ve outgrown.”
― S. Harrison, Infinity Lost