For the record, they say reality is stranger than fiction. Does this mean by writing strange fiction based on real events I have somehow goaded the universe into one-upping me and in fact this meteor in Russia is actually a birthday cake launched a decade ago from the Mir space station, having missed its target by a few yards? Or, because I made that up, too, perhaps it is an alien spacecraft sent to Earth from a nearby civilization to ascertain why Elvis is suddenly no longer broadcasting his galactic message of teenage love and rocking jailhouses. I suppose then it must be cosmic might of Carl Sagan, come from beyond the veil to tell us that the cosmos is still there. Or just a speck ejected from a distant black hole as it sneezed. Allergies, you know?
I can keep this up all night, universe. Then again, so can you.
Ja.