“ But I was always coming here. I couldn’t not come here. I thought of one of my favorite Sufi poems, which says – I think -- that God long ago drew a big circle in the sand exactly on the spot where you are standing now, which sounds kind of ominous to me.
" I was never not coming here. This was never not going to happen. This is the place where they towed my car, so where else could I be.
“ Okay! Someone has to write all this silly, sentimental horseshit down: so why not me? ”