Chapter 1

The rhythmic clatter of the TGV was a comforting sound. It meant I was going somewhere, and right now, anywhere was better than Paris. I wasn’t running from anything dramatic, just the usual buildup of city grime and other people’s expectations. People always try to observe you into some recognizable patterns, to collapse all your wave functions into something they can digest. If you want to continue develop your way, you have to go and be. Not stay trapped in any ritual routine, performing the same movements that everyone else around, to a rhythm set by another entity. This was something I suddenly understood, and so I was off.