“Ever since my father died, more than thirty years ago, I’ve always kept a Lego brick in my pocket. It wasn’t a fetish or a lucky charm. Just a few grams of memories, almost a habit. I’ve been given the one that the other Victor had, and there are now two of them. I’ve forgotten which is which, and I’ve clicked them together. I couldn’t tell you what they mean, but I feel as if I have more options, I’m freer than ever. But I still don’t really like the word ‘destiny.’ It’s just a target that people draw after the fact, in the place where the arrow landed.”
