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,
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