THE FUSE

One scene still lingers in my mind when I think back on it. After a session, one, two, sometimes even three or four people in their early twenties would surround me in the hallway and stop me from leaving, pressing me to explain exactly how I had arrived at this point in my life. I was old enough to represent a version of success they wanted, yet still young enough to feel psychologically within reach — close enough to sustain the fantasy that a life could be copied if only its hidden logic were revealed.