(‘The owls are not what they seem,’ said the mysterious
giant to Agent Cooper at one point. I thought about my recent encounters with
the local barn owl and took solace from the fact that most of them probably
are.)
What’s interesting, however, is that when I realised it was
well past my bed time, I decided to take my leave of the denizens – variously dotty,
deranged, deluded and/or dangerous – of Washington State
and take a last look at my Blogger stats. I discovered that I’d received a
large number of visits from Russia
to individual posts made in 2014, and several of the posts they’d selected were
on the subject of Twin
Peaks.
Well, I’ve heard it said that examples of such synchronicity
are carefully orchestrated by the holders of arcane knowledge to give us signs
of some sort or other, only they don’t provide a translation manual to go with
them. So what do I do now? Pay more attention to the barn owl? Run away from
the barn owl. Throw things at the barn owl? Wait and see? OK, that’s favourite.
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