I wish I understood. I see the pattern. It’s a clear enough pattern. The driver’s side tire went out, that is, my left tire, the left arm broke off my crucifix, and now, with no clear explanation, my left arm has swollen up painfully. Causes are all unknown. The crucifix is the most mysterious, as I have no idea how or when it was broken at all; the arm is the most distressing because of the pain, and for the fact that the doctor can only conjecture on what is happening (bad reaction to a mosquito bite is the running theory); and the fixing of the tire has been the most arduous and time consuming trial involving lost paperwork, paperwork with the wrong serial numbers, and an oppressive heatwave, but since the workings of cars have always been a complete mystery to me, the added mystery of a tire blowing out I’ll just chop up to “the machine spirit.”
It’s all real, all mysterious, and totally frightening. It seems like some sort of message, though the meaning of it is occluded. I suppose I’ll understand it when I understand it, but I don’t know when that will be.
Even typing this all out is painful. I can feel my tendons scraping as my fingers move.
Tale Told 