Not Alone II

A self-fulfilling prophecy, perhaps, but for the last ten years I have experienced a series of Tennessee Williams-related coincidences. No, I don’t believe it’s the playwright himself sending messages from the grave, or even echoes of his lobotomised sister’s brain remnants diffused somehow in my karma. I don’t much like the idea of karma in general - but that should be a standalone post. But there have been a series of small coincidences that, when considered in isolation, are only proof of the striking ability his words have to cut straight to my heart and overwhelm my spirit with poignancy, wistfulness and a (perhaps inappropriate) light of hope.