Written by John Birmingham in "He died with a felafel in his hand" - a weird story I found in a strange place and never completed:
"You get those moments ... and you wonder what forces delivered you to this place at this time. It's as though your life travels through this complex grid where stuff happens ....and a little point of light plots the events on the grid. All the points are woven together by this weird mathematical program that determines the course of your life and the future - each little moment, each point of light, driven along by the falling numbers of some impenetrable logarithm. "
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