These thoughts collapse into a foggy chain of events...bearly remebered as if from within a dream...
There was that book that he found in the library that had not been checked out in over 50 years that had been intentionally misfiled and a false cover put on it...he was shocked it had survived the literary purges and book burnings. It was written in a very hard to read style and as far as he could tell it was narrated by a squirell. He wondered who went to the trouble of hiding this book called The Illuminatus Trilogy in a dusty set of christian song books where it had seemingly been waiting for him. But he tried to avoid thinking it was a coincidence...when ever he started to see coincidences he would get overwhelmed with the great pattern that was trying to break through and tell him something very important.
There was that strange conversation in the bar...
...and he could swear that the tatoo moved on the chick he banged that same weekend at the club.