Over the falls

November 20, 2015

I asked him why he wanted to go over the falls, and he told me how he swam in the river as a child, about the tug of the current, about how inevitable his life already felt. He had built a barrel in his garage. He had padded it with special foam. He had practiced holding his breath. He was not afraid of the dark.

Everyone floats downstream, he said. But not everyone gets to know exactly when it’s all going to change.

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