Coincidences.

As if everything is coincidental. One coincidence after another. Like, me writing this post that, coincidentally, you are reading currently. Coincidentally, flowers keep blooming. Coincidentally, we’re all here, still. So much is coincidental but appears not so, or is reduced to something else, something that makes sense— as if coincidences don’t.


Date
10 November 2021


Previously
Jodhpur blue.