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I edit video in New York and I reblog things that make me feel clever.
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If running barefoot onto a dock transports
you back to your childhood, pain may be
making you hallucinate.
Lying with girlfriends on a still-warm dock
in upstate New York, watching shooting
stars, is a sensation you remember after
many years.
Hindsight creates the illusion that your life
has led you inevitably to the present
moment.
It’s easier to believe in a foregone
conclusion than to accept that our lives
are governed by chance.
Showing up for a robotics course by
accident, because of a classroom mixup, is
chance.
Finding an empty seat beside a boy with
very dark skin and beautiful hands is
chance.
When someone has become essential to
you, you will marvel that you could have
lain on a warm dock and not have known
him yet.