I was superstitious and took 3 steps each at a time, counting the table of 3, going 6 and 9 and so forth. My superstition had helped me order the world into a web-like framework that gave me an impression that I controlled the framework by practising the superstition. It was a physical therapy of sorts, or a regime of the mind that kept the coolers on.
Each day, each practice, each hour made me further tie the knot more tightly and weave the web even more intricately, and this went on for years until I realised I was not the spider weaving the web but the insect that was the prey, dead and docile, a ready meal for the circumstances.
Anonymous.
