Children of the fallout, we were a product of our own indulgence and inevitably, our own destruction. To find another floating in the abyss of daily life was rare. The immediate and natural reaction was to throw out a line, tether ourselves to one another and drift through the ether together. We shared an understanding and patience that ran so deep, no one on the surface knew of it, only us. Our love was Plato’s origin. We were two halves of the whole and we were doomed.