Gabe essentially began anti‐anxiety medication and planned a trip for Paris in the same week, possibly even in the same moment, and as an observer — it is literally my job to observe — this was an intriguing process. He wasn’t yet ensorcelled by the chemical, and yet with full awareness of his own agony he went through the previously unthinkable process of putting all this together. It must have been something like jumping from a plane with a strange backpack and a pamphlet entitled “Your Parachute.”

Penny Arcade