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If this isn’t hell, the devil is surely taking notes.

We are never more ourselves than when we think people aren’t watching.

Every man is in a cage of his own making.

Nothing like a mask to reveal somebody’s true nature.

Nothing like a mask to reveal somebody’s true nature.

The truth isn’t always a kindness.

You don’t like the man you were. Very well. Be somebody else. There’s nothing stopping you.

The box isn’t all that different from life. If you go in with fear, fear is what you’ll find.

We’re more than the sum total of our choices, all the paths we might have taken factor somehow into the math of our identity.

“Where we live, our friends, our jobs—those things define us.”
“They’re not all that define us. As long as I’m with you, I know exactly who I am.”

I know part of our story is the electricity of our connection, but the other part is equally miraculous. It’s the simple fact that you walked into my life at the exact moment you did. You instead of someone else. In some ways, isn’t that even more incredible than the connection itself? That we found each other at all?

I remember thinking that the first time I made love to her fifteen years ago. Thinking that I’d found something I didn’t even know I’d been searching for.

“I’ve seen so many versions of you. With me. Without me. Artist. Teacher. Graphic designer. But it’s all, in the end, just life. We see it macro, like one big story, but when you’re in it, it’s all just day-to-day, right? And isn’t that what you have to make your peace with?”

“I think like you, like me, like everyone, she had regrets. I think sometimes she woke up in the night wondering if the path she took was the right one. Afraid it wasn’t. Wondering what a life with me might have been like.”
“I wonder those things sometimes.”

And I think: I will go anywhere with you.

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How can something so powerful in one world not bleed through into this one?

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

What a strange thing ti consider imagining a world into being with nothing but words, intention, and desire.
It’s a troubling paradox—I have total control, but only to the extent I have control over myself.

Why people marry versions of their controlling mothers? Or absent fathers? To have a shot at righting old wrongs. Fixing things as an adult that hurt you as a child.

I am hardwired to love and protect that woman.

I suppose we’re both just trying to come to terms with how horrifying infinity really is.

She isn’t the mother of my son, she isn’t my wife, we haven’t made a life together, but I love her all the same, and not just the version of Daniela that exists in my head, in my history. I love the physical woman underneath me in this bed here and now, whenever this is, because it’s the same arrangement of matter—same eyes, same voice, same smell, same taste...

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 Plexiglass.

We leave this life the same way we enter it—totally alone.

Science is less advanced because you love your family.

We had so many perfect moments, and for a long time, I couldn’t appreciate them. I could only look back in regret. This is what I wanted to tell you: I wouldn’t change anything.

Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards.
Soren Kierkegaard

That’s what it is to be human—the beauty and the pain, each meaningless without the other.

I don’t want to look back anymore. I’m ready to accept that my existence will sometimes contain pain. No more trying to escape, either through nostalgia for or a memory chair. They’re both the same fucking thing.
Life with a cheat code isn’t life. Our existence isn’t something to be engineered or optimized for the avoidance of pain.