I think that depression is like this awful feedback loop. It feeds on itself into this ever sinking downward spiral. I was walking Nathan Street in Kowloon before I even realized I wasn't in the U.S. anymore and when I realizedů I didn't care.

There was this mass of humanity around me, but I was apart from them. At one time I was one of them. Now I was something else, both physically and emotionally. I continued to walk and sink deeper. At that point I didn't care whether I lived or died.