Mar 1, 2021
4 min read
I am learning to believe in well-timed bad luck
As a species we are entranced with stories about near-misses. We love nothing more than hearing about someone who narrowly skirted past disaster. When their subtle, nothing choices or a chance encounter rips them from the jaws of calamity. They miss the boat that later hits an iceberg. Or the plane takes off without them, only for all aboard to perish.
