dailies

'chance is myself,' said artaud

like the cliche life can change in an instant for example this afternoon crossing the street there was a prius stopped at the light the woman driving was facing oncoming traffic to make a right turn i had a green light at the crosswalk i stepped into the intersection her prius was at a dead stop because she could not merge into the steady flow of traffic suddenly she gunned her car i leapt out of the way she missed me by a few inches everything telescoped in that instant i understood my life is woven by chance each instant is spontaneous each instant appears the same as the previous instant each instant is the same difference