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I know that my life has consisted of many false starts, that it is fiction, but not fiction that can be put down, like when, twelve years old, I played The Elder Scrolls: Oblivion and messed up my first character so bad the game was actually unplayable and needed to be restarted, the first character nothing but a blocked vestige, whom I’d revisit from time to time, a sort of pleasure taken from the impossibility of progression. I know this (or I think I know it) that in modernity something changed: We started making The Choice to Die, which is, more or less, the premise of Existentialism, which somehow morphed into this: To Make the Most of One’s Life, which I think one can only believe if they have not dreamed their death. In modernity, all Romantic notions of immortality had to be vanquished to prove that death is good. Not a necessary thing. Not something we must accept though we’d prefer not to. Good. And not heave...
