Status Updates From Beginning Middle End

I always wonder if these coincidences, if they can be called that, are signs to be read and heeded, or if it’s simply that the brain is more attuned to iterations than it is to isolated events. I suppose that literature rests on that mystery.

Is it true that all Greek tragedies are self-fulfilling prophecies? I have developed a concerning, perhaps almost borderline fear of writing things that might come to be.

Most things I read, I should not have read, but the internet is a free oracle.

It becomes expected that one will move on, that one has moved on. Moved on to what? To the middle part, possibly. But I wasn’t there yet.

‘Ma, this part,—Grandma would love: The moon—the great time traveller of the night, accelerating some of nature’s duties—reversing its effects on the human mind. I think I am a firm believer in chronological time, as much as I would like to—or even just understand—the possibility of time warps & other such quantum fantasies. I can accept—there is a coexistence of clock time (objective time) and duration (felt time)—’