I am so not a numerologist but the number 23 is consuming me this year. It's very weird and inexplicable but everything important is 23. 23 is bouncing in my cranium and etching the insides of my eyes. 23 is UChicago x 2, so does that make UChicago 11 and a half? 23 is BHS ending and beginning. 23 started in March, maybe earlier. Every 23 is a sentiment and intimation of the future. 23 is all my doubts and expectations and the demarcations of my life. There should be more 23 but there is already too much. I think it will end this month.

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