I suppose to him it looks as if I threw everything away, but how can he understand how our choices are taken from us? He doesn’t even understand free… - Maureen F. McHugh

Sydney had never forgotten to eat in her life. One of her secret fantasies had been that, as a girl who could code, she would work in the one place where a geeky fat girl could get dates. It had not been entirely untrue. But as someone had pointed out to her in school, although the odds are good, the goods are odd.

That is what lives are, aren’t they? Attempts to fill our time with activity designed to prevent us from realizing that there is no meaning?

It’s true that we are free to do whatever we want, even go to France on a whim. We can make any choice we want. We can do anything we want. We just have to not care about consequences.