There are consequences to living.


The consequences include but are not limited to the remembering of the moments in which you became someone else: the doctor’s office, the dining room when you were 16 years old, the last glance at your childhood home (which is to say your last glance at home), his house, two days ago, the hospital room, the we-can-do-nothing-else speech, the emergence of someone from their prison cell.


The consequence for living includes and is limited to dying.


The consequence of living are the tears running down your face while you’re at work and you don’t want anyone to see you but everyone is just outside the door and closing in.