Sequences has always been one of my favorite stories. I remember the first time I read it. I couldn’t believe how perfectly he captured what happens in my own mind whenever I set out to do any task, no matter how small it may seem.
For instance, a few days ago I tried to start my morning with a cup of coffee but I was out of coffee creamer. Lucky me I had a new one in the pantry. But when I went to throw the empty one in the garbage I couldn’t because it was full. So I pulled out the full trash bag and took it outside to the trash bin. Standing in the cold, shivering, I looked around confused, wondering why I wasn’t sitting in my chair sipping my morning coffee like usual. The vortex of sequences had snuck up on me again.