[The Wiliest]

There used to be a time when i didn’t believe in fate.

I mean, I still don’t.

That is not to say that I believe that the universe was begat from chaos and swirling sparks and silent explosions of color and light, whatever light is anyway. 

I just don’t believe that “everything happens for a reason,” as some (my mother) would say.

But recently I have been more attentive to the little coincidental trip wires that I seem to keep setting off.

For instance, someone mentions a mutual friend in passing.

If I later see that persons name written or typed somewhere (it has to be someplace odd, not on facebook or anything), that’s a red flag.

If it happens a third time, i feel comsmically compelled reach out to them. This has almost always led to eerily important events in my life.

Long story short:

1. I jog Woodlawn Park,.

2. I’m too tired to walk jog back.

3. I call a friend for a ride, no anwer

4. I am forced to jog back.

5. On the way home I catch a stray kitten, I pass Ashby street and decide to name the kitten Ashby.

6. This morning I turn in the kitten to a cat rescue station.

7. At lunch some friends say that another mutual friend needs to be picked up from West Ashby Street (that’s two)

8. While reading a blog I come across the Poet John Ahbery.

Close enough for me.

I usually randomly stumble across an author/writer/artist to become fixated on for weeks at a time anyway.

I’ll let you know if all this leads to anything life changing.