Boden

"Nobody lives the life he chooses to live."

-Menander, fourth century BC

Confluence rivers merge consisting of time. The headwaters behind you are of a primordial waterway birthed out of the chaos. Trust only the voice in your head. Outlive everyone, but the one in the mirror who does not age. Live life earned through death, capture it again and again. Years, hundreds or thousands, still you breathe, you just breathe.

Battered in every event, only to lose the one you love. Family matters most, not those you left behind but those not yet born.

"And what of this world, if it perish, what is that to me?" "Everything, Boden, everything," Eli whispered.