"I sense the time has come. I trust it now, much more, the sense. All the things I know and all the things I don't know are the same: they all abide by and reside in me. No words of wisdom, no advice. Let me make my own mistakes. Let sorrow, loss and lingering despair crush me to tears. I won't protect me from myself: that would be crueller still." A chance encounter with a younger self prompts an unruly reflection on not just what lies ahead of this...