Patterns

Mathematically, there is a pattern, even in randomness. Is there really? Let's experiment and check if anything can be established.

20 odd lines quoted from page 181 (randomly chosen number) from the first book I find next to my bed. Lets see what we get:

Now the tears did not run down his cheeks, but fell from his eyes to the ground. Let me see you cry, I said. I did not feel that he owed it to me. And I did not feel I owed it to him. We owed it to each other, which is something different.

He raised his head and looked at me.

I am not angry with you, I told him.

You must be.

I am the one who broke the rule.

But I am the one who made the rule you couldn't live with.

My thoughts are wandering, Oskar. They are going to Dresden to my mother's pearls, damp with the sweat of her neck. My thoughts are going up the sleeve of my father's overcoat. His arm was so thick and strong. I was sure it would protect me for as long as I lived. And it did. Even after I lost him. The memory of his arm wraps around me as his arm used to. Each day has been chained to a previous one. But the weeks have had wings. Anyone who believes that a second is faster than a decade did not live my life.

Why are you leaving me?

He wrote. I do not know how to live.

I do not know either, but I'm trying.

I do not know how to try.

There were things I wanted to tell him. But I knew they would hurt him. So I buried them. And let them hurt me.

I put my hand on him. Touching him was always so important to me. It was something I lived for. I never could explain why. Little, nothing touches. My finger against his shoulder. The outside of our thighs touching as we squeezed together on the bus. I couldn't explain it, but I needed it. Sometimes I imagined stitching all of our little touches together.

Now, 5 lines from a random piece of news from randomly selected newspaper page:

In a democratic age, bandhs have lost their pre-independence aura and have outlived their purpose. They violate fundamental freedoms and reek of the old style of doing politics, leading to Supreme Court strictures against them. With rising literacy and growing economic activity, modern societies search for moderate political methods such as debate, discussions or protests that do not involve public disruption. Today, bandhs evoke cynicism rather than promote any solution to the problems they invoke.


Last words someone said to me just before this post was published:

"I think yesterday evening was actually quite fun. Was it?"

Pattern anyone? Hmmm? Guess we'll need a supercomputer to decode if there is one...