A cascade of calamity, falls around you to meet someone.
- You meet someone. From your perspective it is you living your life and you meet them.
- However, in all of the worlds unconscious calamity arises and it is a direct result of this linkage between you. Had this chaos not existed at the periphery the situation would have changed such that you’d never have even met.
- Calamity being a term for all of this misfortune, any tale of woe. Loss of life. Fallen paint and spilt milk.
- The milkman is met with a phantom quiver in his harm, drops the palette of milk glasses which break into a million pieces.
Thought of with Flowers - Wendy Cope