Looking out the window I again see the taxis lined up in row after row waiting for someone they can take somewhere. Deep yellow as bananas taxis moving single file like an orderly herd of yellow elephants following each other's trunk. It is such a lovely sight at 10 a.m. on a Monday morning like today, yesterday, tomorrow, or perhaps 10 years from today I may be looking out this same window at the same rows of yellow as bananas taxis although most likely I will not be here at that time but you never know, do you ?
No you never can be sure what awaits around the next corner or what might happen five minutes from now in this unpredictable pinball universe, this serendipitous world of chance collisions, our lives so similar to the pinball's silver balls bouncing off each other in random ricochets. Perhaps that's what makes life so exciting, the fact that it's impossible to know whom you might brush shoulders with in an elevator or momentarily glimpse crossing the street. A billion brief encounters that make up the lives we are leading while so blissfully unaware of what is going on right in front of us, such a thrill to know that another nondescript nonentity is about to pass by and catch your eye for a fraction of a nanosecond before disappearing into the swarming hordes.
