6. BECOMING BROCK
“Our identities are a collection of possibilities
that we have every reason to doubt.”
I should pick up the pace. It’s only a matter of days, maybe even hours, before they come for me. I have to “beat them to the punch.” But it’s out of my hands. Stories take their own time.
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At this point in my back-story I am — or I was — forty years old. Forty! Where, as they say, has the time gone? Strictly speaking, nowhere. It sits frozen here on these pages where it will remain like a fly trapped in amber until they crumble to dust. Until then the time is, will always be, now. As the light of the distant stars reaches us long after the stars themselves have burnt out, so my voice reaches you through these words. Though my body has decomposed, these words keep me alive.
