The Many-Worlds interpretation of quantum mechanics posits that all possible realities exist. That everything which has a probability of happening is happening. Everything that might have occurred in our past did occur, only in another universe.

Nothing exists. All is a dream. God—man—the world—the sun, the moon, the wilderness of stars—a dream, all a dream; they have no existence. Nothing exists save empty space—and you…. And you are not you—you have no body, no blood, no bones, you are but a thought. MARK TWAIN

If you strip away all the trappings of personality and lifestyle, what are the core components that make me me?

“Forty ampoules left. Half are yours. That gives us each twenty chances to get this right. What do you want to do?” “I’m not sure. All I know at this point is that I’m not going back to my world.” “So do you want to stay together, or is this goodbye?” “I don’t know how you feel, but I think we still need each other. I think maybe I can help you get

I lean back against the trunk of a pine tree, a notebook resting on my knees, my thoughts teeming. What a strange thing to consider imagining a world into being with nothing but words, intention, and desire.

Of all the versions of Jason, it was you who pulled that crazy stunt at the diner, which landed you in jail, which brought us safely together.” “So you’re saying it’s fate.” She smiles. “I think I’m saying we found each other, for a second time.”

that F. Scott Fitzgerald line: Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.

“So you’re saying it’s fate.” She smiles. “I think I’m saying we found each other, for a second time.”

And if I did kiss her, if we slept together, maybe I’d feel guilty and regret it, or maybe I’d realize that she could make me happy. Some version of me certainly kissed her in this moment. Some version knows the answer. But it won’t be me.