I got to
thinking about fate. That crazy concept that we’re not
really responsible for the course our lives take. That
it’s all predestined, written in the stars. Maybe that
explains why, if you live in a city, where you can’t even
see the stars, your love life tends to feel a little more
random. And even if our every man, every kiss, every heartache,
is pre-ordered from some cosmic catalogue, can we still take a
wrong step and wander off our own personal milky way? I
couldn’t help but wonder, can you make a mistake and miss
your fate?