Anatomies...
"The question was,
How did you know if your life was the one you were supposed to be living, or if you'd made a bad turn a few blocks back and ended up where you were by default? How did you know if you were being an honest [person]? There were so many other worlds you might have entered, that you could still enter-each of them just a membrane away. One step to the left of the right, one boundary breached or never crossed, and you could have become someone else entirely. You could be driving a Suburu with a sleeping toddler in the car seat and a woman so much like you, she could be your twin, reading Alice Walker poems out loud.
You could be hugging the highway, alone in a silver Corvette. You could be crazy or sane. Or you could be here, lost in Camden on Christmas night, with no idea what the next moment was going to bring."
How did you know if your life was the one you were supposed to be living, or if you'd made a bad turn a few blocks back and ended up where you were by default? How did you know if you were being an honest [person]? There were so many other worlds you might have entered, that you could still enter-each of them just a membrane away. One step to the left of the right, one boundary breached or never crossed, and you could have become someone else entirely. You could be driving a Suburu with a sleeping toddler in the car seat and a woman so much like you, she could be your twin, reading Alice Walker poems out loud.
You could be hugging the highway, alone in a silver Corvette. You could be crazy or sane. Or you could be here, lost in Camden on Christmas night, with no idea what the next moment was going to bring."