What happens to us as adults finds inevitable roots in what we experienced as children – that is why stories about adults are actually stories about fate, and children’s stories are always and only about choice. It is very simple to confuse the two, to forget that we have progressively lost our freedom, as we’ve grown older, instead of gaining it. What gaps there are in space and time narrow slowly until our days are a sequence, each one hanging on the one before: (I went to the bar today because it was such a terrible day at the office. I met somebody. I gave him my phone number, because he reminded me of a boy I knew in high school and of a man I dated three years ago. Today I’m nursing a hangover and waiting for him to call. He will call tomorrow because he would not call only a few hours after we met. In two years we will be living together, in four we’ll be married. One day I will wake up and I will tell myself I do not know how I got here, when really, what I’m saying is I do not know how I did not get anywhere else.)
Kara Vanderbijl, In Which We Unwrinkle the Nature of Time
"One day I will wake up and I will tell myself I do not know how I got here, when really, what I’m saying is I do not know how I did not get anywhere else."