Of Sepulchral Precipitance.

In the throes of confusion, I was half inclined to disarm my composite temperament, seeking to grasp the epiphany of which rationale had been devoured.

And this was how it unfurled -

• Spontaneous supper with R at Siglap.
• While conversing, he brought up G, a girl who had caught his fancy.
• The resemblance was striking and I mentioned that G looked like W, whom R had never met.
• Out of boredom, we started listing the similarities between G and W, one of which was Copoeira.
• Suddenly, it dawned upon R that W could be within his social network as R is also heavily involved in Capoeira across the various local varsities.
• A photograph cemented our suspicions as it drew simultaneous gasps from both of us - R and W are indeed acquainted and frequently gather with those who share a love for Capoeira.

Stolid silence aside, sepulchral precipitance buoyed between R & I.

It accomplished a haphazard dispensing of otherwise latent memories.

Because of W, I am unable to exonerate the attachment to You.

Six Degrees of Separation?

The insiduous honour goes to the malicious amusement we attribute as Coincidence.