"... I never gave much thought to my mother. Sometimes, I used to dream that she'd die soon. Of some petty embolism or in a car accident, and finally I'd have a way to explain myself.
'That's just the way David is, they say - and in my heart I'd be able to agree with their diagnosis. It's because his mother died.'
I used to dream of cataclysmic events like these. The loss of both legs. A sudden blindness. Some awful and unique tragedy that would be a way to make sense of me."


















