Too Alive to Be Dead, Too Dead to Be Alive

The further we went, the easier it became to detach myself from the reality we were slowly marching toward. While we were on the road, it was more like a bloody side-quest than some grand mission. It reminded me of road trips I had back in my previous life, where you would just be on the road for 12-15 hours. You know where you were going and there was excitement in the anticipation of getting there, but the trip itself was unique in itself. A couple of friends, some bullshit stories, stopping to take breaks in strange new locations–sometimes you just got stuck in the moment and what was yet to come didn't matter, where you were before felt distant, you could just enjoy the moment. This wasn't quite the same, emotionally, but it did serve as a mental reprieve from everything.