Nobody's Business But the Turks
Standing at the corner of Cool and Bizarre, waiting for a busload of hipsters.
The toned and the tony stand under a bus shelter. Not because it's raining. Not because it's hot.
But because it is there. And ultimately that might be the only reason anything gets done in this world. The rest is an excuse, an attempt to funnel irrational behavior in a bacon-rasher's worth of meaning.
But confronted with the truly random, we rebel.
We want order. Crave it. Pine for it.
So we tell ourselves. We shout to ourselves even when we're not listening:
There must be a reason.
When we find it, we'll be sure to report back to you.
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