Coincident

I got back a few days ago, but I was still not oriented myself. Walking around the New York City to do errands. I took shower after wondering around in the dirty city and found out that I forgot to buy cotton. I went out to the Duane Read near me to get some cotton wearing with any make-ups. I walked in the store with my jet-lagged face, grabbed cottons and stood in the line. A woman looked familiar with me was passing in front of me. I just called her name without thinking. She realized me and came toward to me. We hugged on the store. (Aha very common in USA.) We chatted on the street.

I know her pretty long time. She is a filmmaker. I think I know her almost 8 years. We don’t really meet each other, having dinner, going club, or watching movies. We always call each other whenever we feel like. Sometimes, we don’t talk 3 months, or a year. We usually call up or email, and say, “ hey I am going to a bar so and so, do you want to come up?” I feel we have some kind of magnetic. I meet her everywhere. Once I met her on the train station in Williamsburg. Well, it is common to see people near the train station. I also met her when I went to drop off my work to a gallery and got lost on the street with heavy stuffs. Another time, I was walking to see my friend; she was providing programs for her screeing on the street with our mutural friend. Another time, I was total drunk, and walking back from my studio to my home. I met her again on the street. Always, I meet her, different times and different locations. This time, I just got back from a big trip and have stayed in New York only 2 days. She also just came back to New York from Ireland after staying 6 months there. I met her by a chance. Wired, isn’t’ it? I always meet her and I am sure I will meet her again. She just left for Virginia the day after we met. Life has lots of coincidences. I love them.