Gibbering ahoy.

[serinde]

Life just keeps getting weirder and weirder.

There is some pattern to it, some fractal-chaos butterfly plot, but I haven't sussed it yet.

Which is driving me bonkers. What passes for control, comfort, serenity, and good luck in my life is generally the result of understanding the patterns (of people, of events, of cosmic timing) that are swirling around me, and synchronizing my movements accordingly. I've come to a growing awareness that the band has snuck a different tune in, and I don't know the steps that go with.