Being A Zombie Is Like Eating Pot Brownies
It’s difficult, if not impossible, for most Breathers to relate to what it’s like to be a zombie.
To empathize with all that we’ve lost.
To understand the daily challenges of maintaining a sense of humanity while your body decomposes and body fluids ooze out of various wounds and orifices.
For most zombies, time leaves us standing by, watching as our old lives move on without us. It’s as if time crawls along at half speed and we’re stuck in the middle of it, spectators to the slow, methodical, maddening tick-tick-tick.
While it’s difficult to imagine what this feels like, one Breather in Dearborn, MI apparently understands better than most. He and his wife. At least with respect to how slowly time moves for us.
