In my subconscious, my books were part of a single emotional journey.
I choose this story above all others because it's a story I'm struggling to end.
What are you that makes me feel thus? Who are you for whom time has no meaning?
I know from my own experience that suicide is not what it seems. Too easy to try to piece together the fragmented life. The spirit torn in bits so that the body follows.
Life gives you enough hard knocks so it's unlikely you'll stay that sure of yourself.
Reading is where the wild things are.