I’ve always believed I could see things other people couldn’t.

Elements falling into place.  A design.  Meaning in trivial events.

A shape in the chaos.  I find these moments precious

and reassuring because they take place outside me, outside the

silent grid, because they suggest an outer space that works

somewhat the way my mind does but without the relentlessness,

the predeterminative quality.  I revel in observing life’s accidental patterns.

As a native Iranian who had been reared to the

anxieties of my family’s political exile, I was primed to

find meaningful connections where other people would not be looking.

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Paraphrases from the novels The Names by Don DeLillo and The Cairo Affair by Olen Steinhauer.

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