String Theory

“I feel I know him though. I feel that I was there, perching on his bed, beside him. I watched him get ready, heard the click of his watch as he fastened it about one wrist. I can smell the tack of that hair gel, even now, even today. And I would’ve been fifteen then, almost sixteen, and yet I feel fifteen- almost sixteen now, as I watch him get ready again, for work. Reality meets a distant past that I never saw, and folds and twists, to become something solid. And I have always been there, as he has always been here. And we have always been in his room, together, waiting for the evening to turn.”

— Nathan