I get these massive scenarios in my head sometimes. They stem from a flaw which I can immediately see propagating into catastrophe, if not now, then sure enough later on. I spot the causes and apocalyptise the effects. I have a theory that if I ignore you now, one day I'll meet you in more unfortunate circumstances. As if we were meant to live very different lives with totally opposite goals, but the moment our lives would cross would be meaningful, and innately profound. A bit like the Fox and the Hound. My imagination could just be ridiculous, but I think I'll try describe it now, in the hope that it will never come true (not that you read this anyway).
I imagine a house. A battlescarred house. Whatever is left of it is sheltering people who don't live there, for they are long flown, but have fled from another area. There is a war. There are planes circling overhead. Bombs are being showered on the horizon. I should not have any part in this war. But I am there nonetheless. I can't yet imagine how our encounter will be, but you and I will both be there; you dropping bombs on people, and I trying to save them. If I knew that it was you behind it, could I live with myself then? I suppose I would have to, and I would hate the war even more.
Sounds like a story.
Might never happen.
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