Ralph is entering that weird neurological twillight realm, where he barely exists in the present anymore, has no concept of the future and the past is whatever the fuck he needs it to be. His brain has been grinded down so much that he's basically running on spine marrow. Even when he Sees a picture of his kid, all he can do is jerk his dick and reminice about momeries of her conception, lingering in the primordial soup slushing around his fucked up, oversized skull. He's more water balloon than human at this point.