[tetris11]

I used to climb up in the roof of my parents terraced house and walk along the steep roof towards my neighbours. The drop was 3 floors on both sides and I would do this in the middle of the night as a teenager (I was "inspired" by Daredevil comic books).

Looking back on those moments now as an adult, the hair on my skin stands up just at how incredibly stupid and dangerous it was.

I sometimes think of my parallel selves in other worlds, and wonder how many of them are dead and how my family progressed through the grief, from this action alone

[blackkettle]

I’ve very often thought of those same parallel worlds myself. How few I probably inhabit today.

The best I can hope is that husbanding my son’s energy will ensure that I leave this place before he does.