Conditional Reality

Go to the Golden Gate Bridge. Pick up one of the distress phones. Talk to the voice on the other end of the line. Tell them you are going to jump. Then hang up and walk away to whatever new life you have planned. People will think you are dead. They won’t know you are just being inconsiderate. You could read your own obituary while glancing behind yourself to see if your old life is still there, with its hooks and wires cutting deep into your neck and shoulder, pulling you back to whatever you thought you needed to escape.

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