The dispossessed*

Perhaps things are not as random as one could think. Perhaps some things, under a semblance of chance, follow a very definite pattern. If I go back, I can see the pattern clearly: with a single exception, they all fit into the same category. It's funny that I've never noticed it before, that the pattern lies with a very specific group of people: the dispossessed. It's funny and also sad, now that I think about it. The dispossessed. If the pattern is indeed true, then my chances are getting thin, and my time is running out.

*unrelated with Ursula LeGuin's novel.