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