Maybe he had a personality-altering stroke and now requires 24-hour care.
And yet he still dreams of cycling–cycling to freedom from the prison he calls his body…
Oh, self-loathing anger? I hadn’t thought of that. I figured maybe his sister got jilted by a guy in a wheelchair or something.
Equally plausible, I admit.
Devotee?
I think it’s more of a rupture with the Pit. You know, like an abscess.