Saturday, May 22, 2010


I believe in signs. I believe in signs with a passion that verges on obsession. And yet, I often miss signs. Not unless I apply myself to retrospective ruminations. By which time it would have been too late to be able to do anything.

When I was younger, I believed that everything that happened to me was foretold by signs. I even banked how my day would turn out based on the combination of numbers from my bus ticket. It would be a good day if it turned out to be lucky 21. I was that serious.

“I really think too many things have come in between to be an accident.”

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