Americana

Now in the little town of Champaign, Illinois, lives a boy, who, by some strange twists of fate has led a life so similar to mine, I am tempted to start believing in the cosmic conspiracy theory propounded by some thinkers. What is stranger is that as we speak more, I realize we have been in the same arena, room almost, and not met. Following the general rules of life, he should have been, at the very least, outside of a thousand kilometer radius around me. In this quaint little university town, I've finally run into him. Again, thank the good Lord for the kindness of strangers.

Not fare well, but fare forward voyager. To quote TS E.