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If you ignore the words, there’s an honesty in the emotion that fleets across faces in conversation.
He died when I was twelve. He also had cancer, but an oncoming train cured him.
‘The equations that govern the universe don’t care about “now”. You can ask them questions about this time or that time, but nowhere in the elegance of their mathematics is there any such thing as “now”. The idea of one specific moment, one universal “now” racing along at sixty minutes an hour, slicing through the seconds, spitting the past out behind it and throwing itself into the future . . . that’s just an artefact of consciousness, something entirely of our own making that the cosmos has no use for.’
If I was going to die young, I wanted to at least squeeze the juice out of life rather than pick at it. But you can’t change who you are. Not even with a gun to your head.
‘Of all the worlds, in all the universes, he walks into mine.’
In a universe where everything happened somewhere, every good thing, every bad thing, it seemed pointless to care about anything but the world you were given.
we all dance around each other in a kind of terror, too petrified of stepping on each other’s toes to understand that we are at least for a brief time getting to dance and should be enjoying the hell out of it.
Truth may often be the first casualty of war, but dignity is definitely the first casualty of disease.
We might live in a multiverse of infinite wonder, but we are what we are, and can only care about what falls into our own orbit.
