Drinking blurred my edges and made me feel physically part of the world, entwined with everything around me: his body, the salt air, the rush and hiss of the water. This was the opposite of what I’d felt most of my life, that fervent desire to disappear from whatever moment I’d found myself inhabiting, so that I could fast-forward to another moment in the future, once my real life had begun.
—Leslie Jamison, Running and Drinking Were The Two Quickest Ways to Escape