Still here
4 years ago
This is not so much about not having died – a non-achievement in which I can take little pride, and which under the circumstances is in fact somewhat embarrassing and painful – as about the end of the acute risk aversion I’ve been living with since the beginning of 2004. For much of the past two years, I couldn’t put myself in the slightest harm’s way because someone else depended on me. Now my life (and death) are my own again, although I wish dearly it were not so.
