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How sinister it is to relive your life backward. To see things you hadn’t at the time. To realize the horrible significance of events you had no idea were playing out around you.
She almost laughs, now, it’s so bittersweet. The children we are with our parents.
The past disappears into the horizon like fog, but here she is, able to live it again, to sift through it.
“Sometimes,” he says gently, when she’s finished, “the emotions of living something the first time prevent us from seeing the true picture, don’t they?” He rubs at his beard. “If I could go back – the things in my life that I would just stand and truly, fully witness, if I knew how they were going to turn out . . .”
Banter can hide the worst sins. Some people laugh to hide their shame, they laugh instead of saying I feel embarrassed and small.
How segmented life is. It splits so easily into friendships and addresses and life phases that feel endless but never, never last.
We only think of the bad things that happen, rather than those that, through fortune, pass us by.
