It's been a strange experience reading Pattern Recognition. It's been pushing my buttons. The ones that are rarely pressed. The ones that speculate about the interconnectedness of things. Those are getting pushed hard.
Other things in my life have remarkable synchronicities. That one part of me wants to assume that connections exist, that the nature of which I can one day understand, the reason for which will one day become plain.
I dare say it borders on the religious.
Ga Ga.
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