I’ve said it before, brother. Depending on where your head is at, any random thing can seem like a message from whomever you suppose might send you messages. Your god. Your mother. Your dead cousin’s ghost. I’ll call it The Universe. Sometimes it’s like molecules converge to tap me on the shoulder, or wag a disapproving finger. It says more about me that it’s rarely a green light that says keep doing what you’re doing.

As for the message itself, this one that is, who knows? Delicately interconnected? Today it seems like it’s just all the same shitheap connected by a lot of extra gravity. But I’m going to take it for what it’s worth because I know the world is a lot more nuanced than I give it credit for. This seems like a voice telling me to be more mindful and not fuck shit up.