Life can be viewed as appearances of “so it goes” and “poo tee weets” or late night drunken phone calls to ex girlfriends. (ref. Slaughterhouse-Five)
It doesn’t matter when it happened, as much as how often.
The coincidence of the matter preceding the circumstance.
Or appearances in consciousness:
I see 3 birds, a cat and 7 dogs. I blink. And now it’s 2 birds and a cat with a stuffed face. The dogs are gone.
Do I cry? At the feathers decorating the cat’s smile? At the dogs who have left me?
Or do I just allow myself to appreciate 2 birds, a cat.
It’s curious which story and characters the Tralfamadorians decided to put on display…
