I didn’t write anything yesterday, because I was feeling depressed, though I did watch a movie by Krzysztof Kieślowski, called Blind Chance, which begins with a young man running to catch a train, in the city of Łódź, in Poland, and which then follows three different storylines, the first taking its cue from what would happen if he did catch the train, and the second two taking their cues from what would happen if he didn’t catch the train, in one case just by a hand’s breadth, and in another case by several arms’ lengths.