Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You
change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts.

“Once thing goes wrong, then the whole house of cards collapses. And there's no …”

“I find myself thinking about my ongoing existence as a human being and the path…”

“There. My ears are all dead. Now you try."Three times I repeated the movements …”

“Thinking about lunch. Smoked salmon with pedigreed lettuce and razor-sharp slic…”