We spend our lives terrified of losing control, running on the assumption that if we slip, we'll plunge into infinite oblivion. But there's a hard, physical limit to how fast you can fall. Once you hit terminal velocity, the panic drains away, leaving you with nothing to do but look at the view.
In this gritty, deeply moving essay collection, Michael Raqim Mira chronicles the moments he hit his own terminal velocity, the threshold where the accelerating chaos of youth finally leveled out into a calm, steady drop. From freezing on the winter streets of New York during the 2008 financial crash, getting stranded in the U.S.-Mexico border, to hunting a fugitive in the Philippine highlands, these stories map the realities of survival.
There are no parachutes here; just the wild, beautiful descent.