"What is salt going to do? Why Morton salt? Is that...kosher?" He had heard of kosher salt but didn't really have any idea of it beyond the name...and how it was supposed to help anything he couldn't guess.

He sighed at the question, leaning back a bit and staring at nothing near the seam of the wall and the roof.

"Fuck if I know. I don't even know what's real anymore. I don't even know who I am anymore. This shit is just..." He made a gesture. "There-- and at least I can do something about it but for the rest of it-- half the time I'm not even sure I exist."