Mr.Nobody #49 Past Lives

I used to believe life was worth living.

I visit a primal land and unexpectedly receive glimpses of past lives  as a 10 year old. 

I obsess about a guitar that wasn't for me.

I taught my son to play with his fingers, one of the most profound connections we shared.

I had to choose. I lost my temper, I sat next to him with a pencil.

He would have been great. His hand still looked alive in death.

What does it all mean?