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Yet another fork in a path I didnt see, Im beginning ( i think) to finally realize that one cannot predict everything even though our lives are circular.
Even when i think life is a revolting repetition, suddenly ill be struck by the sheer irony and joy of something small.
No, it doesnt happen often enough- and no these things do not make better all the unfairness and loathing that brings me down- but...
But ..there is always the possibilty of change.
And then there is this resolved cold- the kind that only evicts your bloodstream in the arms of a lover, or by submersing yourself in steaming water.
Tis a year of baths for me I suppose, at least until January.