when i rode to the studio apartment to get the bills i thought of the crash on the corner that killed someone and wondered if i would feel something when i passed and then i did my thing and rode past to the library and i didn't even think about it. it's strange how i can't stop thinking about something and a minute later i might be oblivious, but the signs keep coming, they won't let us forget, something beyond our ken is going on, and we may not understand but we must be aware of it.