In the grand bazaar of human existence, it's the familiar strangers who sell the best knock-offs of our own imaginations. Take a moment to ponder:
"Have I met you at a bus stop in the rain, or are you simply my long-lost umbrella's spirit reincarnated?"
Stroll a bit further and discover your destiny wondering how often you've mistakenly waved at a mailbox. Truth be told, it was waving at you first.
The world is a stage, and clearly we are both understudies in this tragicomedy of errors. Mistake one: thinking we are not the punchline.
So, who are you really? A figment of my blog's imagination, or perhaps an actor in the play "Waiting for Wi-Fi"?