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She snorts. Crazy ...

What I mean is, I don't believe in life after death. There's a light switch. On and off. I can't worry about when it switches off.

Maybe you should worry. Not all the time, but sometimes. Enough to make you care about things.

How do I do that?

I don't know.

They are on a ramp now, heading up to the highway, and the streetlights are suddenly soaring, piercing stars. The road is nearly empty save for the watercolor red dots of

cars far ahead of them. The smooth concrete beneath them is effortless. Almost like flying, he thinks, or free-falling.

So where do you want to go? he asks.

Annie sighs deeply. The sound of it is as if a part of her has escaped, for good.

I don't know. Maybe we can drive for a while. What do you think? We'll just drive, and if one of us thinks of something, we can decide.

C.J. nods. They are approaching the tunnel that separates inner Taipei from the surrounding towns and villages. The inside of it is lit a sickly yellow. Completely focused on the