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Like fate, destiny, except those aren’t real. Coincidence is as close as we get, but it’s all pareidolic: seeing patterns in things that aren’t there. Faces in clouds. We look for connections because we want to see them. We want everything attached as neatly as possible. It removes the concept – the concern – of what happens if things simply aren’t.

I Still Dream, James Smythe

In every story, there is always a lighthouse, leading one towards something. Of course, a lighthouse really only exists to tell you what to avoid.

I still dream, James Smythe.

People are forgotten. Eventually no one remembers you.

Hotel Silence, Auður Ava Ólafsdóttir.