I told Olivia I'm drowning in a sea of women again.
Like a favorite old record, this place is.
What a wonderful repetition of the soul,
Let's say.
God, that's so cliché.
What would James Joyce say?
Maybe "Mother-fucker, it's crazy this life!"
And "Even our little histories tend to repeat themselves."
They certainly do in mine.
It's divine, the invisible hand of chance.
It's beautiful to recognize.
