“Grace lights a cigarette. Right there even though theres a NO SMOKING sign on the wall above her head. She doesn't give a fuck. She doesn't believe in messages from the universe. She believes in reality, the troubled earth spinning in a cold, black godless universe full of dead suns, in which there is no such thing as fairy dust, serendipity, heavenly design. She believes in the evidence of the senses, her own eyes and ears that see things simply as they are. What happened yesterday seems a little too far-fetched to be coincidence. It reeks of interference from some all-too-human quarter.”

Couldn’t be me!!!