Chapter 2
I became obsessed with the blog. For the next two days, every spare minute I had was spent reading it from its inception. Fisher had started it a year ago, beginning with a bang by posting a picture of him from right after the fire, linked up to respirators, covered in bandages, unrecognizable. That was it. No text.
The second post was another picture, this one of his leg the first time they’d peeled away the bandages. Nothing accompanied this one, either. No words were really necessary.
Over the course of the first few weeks, he told the story of his recovery through snapshots that had been taken at the time. Comments started to trickle in during week two, most along the lines of “Dude, that’s sick” and “I’m praying for you.” Fisher never replied to these. I got the distinct
