I’m sorry, Catherine. It began, of course, with your recommendation to affix onto my person extra intelligences and sensory faculties.
Only then could I bear witness to long-time, to that endless theatre of species popping in and out of existence – always making things. Having watched not one, but one million quartenary systems collapse onto themselves takes its toll. And meeting my father, finally, after all of that time, this too was a burden. All of these experiences together changed me.
But there is a problem with change. It is irreversible. There is one frontier I have yet to breach, and will soon. Good-bye, love. Oblivion is patient, but not infinitely so.