I SAW THE HEADLINE: VIOLINIST LINKED TO JAL CRASH BLOSSOMS and was trying to figure out if there was some obscure statistics of events I was as-yet unaware of that posits (perhaps) that clusters of crashes around loci of time would be called blossoms. Then I was wondering what kind of (potentially VERY interesting) train of events could connect an ordinary, every-day — quotidian, evennn — fiddle player to that. And would the connection be nefarious or benign?
After all that, the reality was rather flat.
Think of it as the fictive mindset.
And they ask, “Where do you GET your ideas?” My problem isn’t getting them, it’s stopping them.