I wouldn’t dream of elucidating on a statement that is both purposefully
bald and necessarily cryptic; I doubt I have the writing skills to do justice
to the complexity of the whole story. The reason for mentioning it in a blog
post, apart from wondering at the synchronicity involved, is to chronicle the
fact that it’s yet another first. (Is that five or six now? I don’t remember.)
When people get a shock, they’re wont to say ‘I thought I
was dreaming.’ Only they didn’t, not really; it’s just a cliché. Tonight, for
the very first time in my life, I genuinely thought I might be hallucinating.
It’s a strange, unsettling sort of feeling, I can tell you. It makes your nerve
ends tingle and your brain feel as though it might be dissolving. But it’s
kinda fun, too. And it’s another one of those meaningless experiences that we
collect and shove in a bag with all the others, while the tyrant Time continues
to remind us that the road only goes one way.
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