The Pointless Book

Extract From A Book I'll Never Write #15

It is Colorado, and I'm in the mountains, 9,000 feet up. I am watching a film, terrified of my own reflection. I want so badly to live in fantasy. To live in a world of memories where I can face my ghosts and rewrite them into a better, less cruel world. I'm terrified of being alone. There is never enough time, and I don't know when to hit cut. Yet the film ends with such light. The characters reconcile with their past and I reconcile with my future