Dark Matter

by Blake Crouch

F. Scott Fitzgerald line: Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.

It’s the beautiful thing about youth. There’s a weightlessness that permeates everything because no damning choices have been made, no paths committed to, and the road forking out ahead is pure, unlimited potential.

We’re all just wandering through the tundra of our existence, assigning value to worthlessness, when all that we love and hate, all we believe in and fight for and kill for and die for is as meaningless as images projected onto Plexiglas.

“We all live day to day completely oblivious to the fact that we’re a part of a much larger and stranger reality than we can possibly imagine.”

The Many-Worlds interpretation of quantum mechanics posits that all possible realities exist. That everything which has a probability of happening is happening. Everything that might have occurred in our past did occur, only in another universe.

“When you write something, you focus your full attention on it. It’s almost impossible to write one thing while thinking about another. The act of putting it on paper keeps your thoughts and intentions aligned.”

All the tiny, seemingly insignificant details upon which my world hangs.

If you strip away all the trappings of personality and lifestyle, what are the core components that make me me?

Until everything topples, we have no idea what we actually have, how precariously and perfectly it all hangs together.