I am thinking about one of the worst kept secret questions: “If I had no one but myself — no things, no payments, no dog, no people — except for what is in my head, what would I do?” Would I seek to be an architect like I have dreamed of? Where would I live? Would I join the French Foreign Legion?
Can you find yourself alone? Absolutely alone? These are the questions that drive men drunk at the alter of possibilities because the greatest repression is a dream withheld. I’m not certain that we have the right to want a life with no attachments. Not many people pick up and leave their lives — and those who do leave behind a devastating wake only to dig themselves the same hole in a different location. But what if it wasn’t your fault? If you were offered a chance to have everything but your life taken from you — the absolution of all responsibilities — would you take the excuse?