Falling is really not my favourite activity in the world. You’d think I’d be use to it by now – in some ways I am – but it doesn’t make me immune to the associated feelings. For example, the varying pain in the aftermath. But during the fall, during the moment, there is this middle, a microscopically thin line where hope lives. On one side of this line, you can still stop the fall from being completed. On the other side of this line you’re a goner. I hate this side, if only because it’s usually the case that, once I reach this after-point, I still have to complete the fall only now without hope.
I don’t know why I don’t like roller coasters though – well not the ones that drop.