"My father is alive and well"
Only now as I look back do I realize how dark and foreboding the ignorance behind that statement was, and not just because his father was NOT well despite indeed being still alive at the time. 2010 for Chris was like a ride that tills the cart downward toward the drop, then stops dead for only a moment to show you just how far you're going to fall. . . .and oh what a fall it was, and oh the ruin to which it would lead him. There might have been a time where if he had put it some effort he could have escaped some or MOST of it, but alas the time has passed. Now instead of a drop Chris races toward a broken stretch of track that ends with his mother's dying day. When he hits that day the cart will go flying off, and the remaining years of his life will be years of ruin and turmoil until he eventually crashes and burns. Of course even now there are ways in which he could try to save himself, to slow the cart, to soften the coming blow. Maybe they'd work, maybe they wouldn't. Maybe he's already doomed either way. But rather than lifting even so much as a finger to do as little as even
try, Chris has chosen to shut his eyes and believe that one day his fantasy ride will merge with the one he's on, sending him into his own magical ride where he will be both the one in the seat and the one at the controls.
Shakespeare could have written one hell of a play out of his life.
Actually, come to think of it I think there was
an episode of The Twilight Zone that's almost a perfect analogy of Chris' life. Seriously read the opening narration. That guy is basically Chris.
"CWCville! Next stop, CWCville!"
