Chiromancy

What motivates all this? I know: that one sentiment about how today so many things happened. You know, the one that runs: today a man cradled the head of his presenile mother and for the first time in his life he knew what tenderness meant; today a movie star talked to a shef in a greasy spoon joint to great satisfaction; today a deist lost his faith in God the semantic concept; today a young boy arranged candalabrae in the shape of a mandala in his grandmother's drawing room; today a longhair ponytail stared up at a smokestack and strained to see the top through the smudges on his glasses; today a west indian man sneered at a Phillipino and instantly felt terrible; today someone lost a wig; today someone else found what they were looking for as a matter of random chance; today a lonely accountant consummated his desire with his nighbour's live-in caregiver; today three cars flipped over bridges and went unreported; today a water main burst in a zoology lab, causing a grad student to start contemplating suicide; today a backlit cumulonimbus cloud restored a jaded 24-year-old's faith in God; today a three-hundred-year-old willow tree was cut down; today a little girl will toss and turn all night, confused by what had just happened; today someone will try to scrobble three hours worth of music in twenty minutes and fail; today an unwashed philosopher will be star-struck beyond all reason. If I could express this sentiment in anything other than wild phrases, I would. So far all I have is symbols that point to what must, at least for now, remain mystery. But, pray tell, how else do you want it?

Consider: "Who is more to be pitied, a writer bound and gagged by policemen or one living in perfect freedom who has nothing more to say?"