It’s a new world. The one where you didn’t die. But you still can’t see me. You can’t know who I am while you are alive. But it’s me that’s moving. The river can wash me away if I stand in the right place. I don’t have to do any of this any more. I can go. I thought that *I* was almost done, that *I* could go away. Now everything has changed. The world is still heading towards the grim meathook future, but its because everyone wants it to. There is no They who are getting away with it. It’s everyone who is in love with despair and complaining and worry. They are the ones taking this world away. Because it can change if you want it badly enough. I’ve seen it. It doesn’t have to be this way, but all the despair has such a strong gravitational pull, more and more paths are pulled through that one tunnel. I wish they could see it, the strands circling, the nodes where moments intersect, the path breaking away from the car crash, the path where the finger slides off the button.