One body. One heartbeat. A thousand doors.
On his shelf: a microscope beside a telescope. On his wall: a map of a city he’d never visit, marked with imaginary dates. 1000 in 1
But he was a hoarder of beginnings. He kept a drawer full of half-written novels, a folder of business plans for restaurants he’d never open, a voice memo of a song in a language he didn’t speak. One body