1.0 I BLAME THE UNIVERSE
It all started with a door.
Just like this one, but in a different city, in what feels like a different lifetime–even though it was only a month ago.
That day, I was standing there gawking like a damn tourist in front of this sleek, new glass store front on Kramgasse when I heard the universe whisper to me.
Yeah, I said the universe. Call it Fate or The Force or whatever you want. Everything is everything. It’s all part of one big system. I like to think of it as the universe.
And sometimes it whispers to me, like an old man backseat driving in the dark recesses of my brain. Sometimes the old fart mutters. Sometimes I can’t tell what it’s saying no matter how hard I listen. Today the universe was crystal clear.