Brief

Last night I saw someone who I had forgotten existed, and certainly had no intention of ever seeing again.

Last night I thought of someone who I hadn't thought of much very lately, but who I am certain will be on my mind near constantly for the foreseeable future.

Last night I talked to someone I miss quite a bit, someone who I was beginning to fear I would never hear from again.

Last night I intended to see a good number of people I have not seen in far too long, and was stymied in my ambition by coincidence, happenstance, and the very randomness of being.

Last night I lived.

Last night I died.

Last night I was born again.

Again.

Or so it would seem.