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a near miss

the journal of Michael Werneburg

twenty-eight years and a million words

Tokyo, 2010.05.26

Meanwhile, back in Toronto, a friend witnessed a fatal airplane crash.

The plane crashed in the city itself, and he says it nearly hit him and a co-worker. As he tells it: My co-worker and I decided to go for lunch. We were almost there when we spotted a plane flying low towards us. Directly towards us as if it was going to crash right into us. At the last moment it nose dived into a building. I think the pilot knew what would happen if it crashed onto Woodbine Ave. and decided that ditching onto a roof top would cause less damage. All I can say is 6 lives to go, as I have used up three on other weird occasions.

Three good things that happened today:

1. My friend survived

2. No plane crashes near here (though I'm quite close to Haneda airport)

3. no fatalities in my environment at all

rand()m quote

The man who lies to himself and listens to his own lie comes to such a pass that he cannot distinguish the truth within him, or around him, and so loses all respect for himself and for others. And having no respect he ceases to love, and in order to occupy and distract himself without love he gives way to passions and coarse pleasures, and sinks to bestiality in his vices, all from continual lying to other men and to himself.

—Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov