Andrew

“Two gates beginning to diverge— back to the U.S., marry, raise a family, assemble a life you can persuade yourself is free from fear, as meanwhile, over here, the other outcome continues to unfold, to roll in dark as the end of time. Those you could have saved, could’ve shifted at least somehow onto a safer stretch of track, are one by one robbed, beaten, killed, seized and taken away into the nameless, the unrecoverable. ‘Until one night, too late, you wake into an understanding of what you should have been doing with your life all along.’ Something like that. If anybody was still there to hear it. Which there isn’t.”
― Thomas Pynchon, Shadow Ticket