He stared though us as if we were ghosts and our voices seemed to pass right through his head as if it were so much meaningless wind. Occasionally his brow would furrow as if to indicate that some kind of thought was forming, but then his face would relax again into the same stupid, slack jawed expression. If it weren't for his open eyes you'd assume he was sleeping...or dead. His breath was slow and even but his limbs were as still as a cadaver. Even when we played loud music to stir him nothing happened, not even a twitch.

By hiccup, October 19, 2013.