self-evident

So it turns out the man I’ve never met before sitting on the same white sofa as I am and talking to me about Gambia lives in Dorset Road. About two minutes walk from where I would have been living if I wasn’t now staying in the place where he will also be staying tonight, in George’s Road, on the other side of town from Dorset Road. Which is the place which contains the white sofa and the co-incidence and also another co-incidence which was revealed the last time I sat on this white sofa, a co-incidence to do with asado and Buenos Aires which has nothing to do with this co-incidence and this man who comes from the Gambia via Dorset Road. Which is a long way from Dorset, just as this road is a long way from George or even where George used to live.