Text on postcard:
“Hidden from the world. Hidden from the past, present, future. Hidden behind my bedding a womb like state.
I just to sleep and hope to God i’ll be fine when I awaken the next day. But that’ not so. I waken the after to find the day is nearly over and another wasted day.
The next step is to ingest the miracle tablet, cross my fingers and hope to die. It might do the trick and I be fully equipped to the fight the next battle.
But instead I am walking dead. Just wanting to sleep until the day comes when I can fully recover and be myself again.