Explanation?

Halfway through Slaughterhouse Five, I looked up.

You are going to die.

You are going to die.

You are going to die.

That same sentence echoed in my head as I scanned the faces on the train.

If everything happens for a reason, what’s the one that explains our existence?

Then I swear, the black figure on the door’s caution sign just shook his head.

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