Sometimes I remind myself that I almost skipped the party, that I almost went to a different college, that the whim of a minute could have changed everything and everyone. Our lives, so settled, so specific, are built on happenstance.
I was like: ‘Fuck, I could die. We could all die, at any time. Why the hell am I wasting my time? I’m just going to do what I want to do for the rest of my life. I don’t need money.’
I’ve never really had much of an imagination. But still I would try to picture the exact moment when the beating of my heart would no longer be going on inside my head.
