A (small) Ramble On Synchronicity

The engine of synchronicity runs under the surface of my days. In order to feel the engine and see the connections, I have to be in a certain frame of mind. I can generally tell how OK I am by how well I can sense the engine running. Whether it only runs when I'm happy or I just don't see it when I'm in the undertow is largely academic as far as I'm concerned.

So. I am reading Murakami. There's a passage in Dance Dance Dance–Chapter 17, to be precise–where he talks about the phone, about...