ton (image from https://www.instagram.com/ozotheclown/) Doctor Erhard's manner rested in the shadowy heart of an ancient pine forest. It was the doctor's vacation retreat, but for the last two years, it had become his home. Erhard was vehemently against Hitler's war and his government, and despite the dangers involved, he didn't make this a secret. He served in a medical unit during the first great war, and he witnessed first-hand war's ravages. Every night he dreamt about stumbling over-bloated corpses in the rain flooded trenches. His nightmares were like vivid pieces of cinema set to the soundtrack of screams and artillery fire. Every night he watched his hands perform the same amputations, cut away the same burnt flesh and excise bullets that had lodged themselves in the soft tissue of internal organs. Every moment was reborn in overwhelming detail. The rusty color of dried blood that stained his worn-out instruments, the feeling of dirt showering on hi
This is a collection of anecdotes from the fringes of reality, a tapestry stitched together from our dreams as well as our nightmares, from the fears that haunt the collective imagination. These are the symptoms of the sickness known as the human condition.