It had recently been brought to my attention that my life has been following a fixed timeline.
Wow, talk about time travel vibes. Is it so farfetched to imagine a can of wormy snakes so repugnant and confusing few writers dare to even broach the subject?
Anyways, I digressed again.
It would appear that landmark events triggered this condition within me. In addition, they have the annoying knack of seemingly reoccurring at fixed intervals of my life. Though they vary in terms of source and magnitude of impact, the timing is uncanny, almost prophetic in nature...
What does seventeen years and two months mean? Do they have a numerological meaning I have yet to decipher? It doesn't even have a poetic ring to the phrase, and yet it still remains unnerving...
With that, I bid thee adieu till next time hohoho
