You could jump so much higher when you had somewhere safe to fall.
Everyone had another sort of life up their sleeve that might have made them happy.
There is no special protection when you cross that invisible line from your ordinary life to that parallel world where tragedies happen. It happens just like this. You don’t become someone else. You’re still exactly the same. Everything around you still smells and looks and feels exactly the same.
Nobody felt embarrassed in front of nice geeky people. That's why they were relaxing to be around.
No one warned you that having children reduced you right down to some smaller, rudimentary, primitive version of yourself, where your talents and your education and your achievements meant nothing. Clementine.
