Mark Phillips' Pages: Workbook: 5/22/04: We broke up on a night of fireworks.

Jacob Lawrence, "The Lovers," 1946 — Jacob Lawrence, *The Lovers* (1946)

May 22, 2004:

We broke up on a night of fireworks. A zillion years later we broke up again on a different night of fireworks.

You wonder how many times in past lives we've broken up on nights of fireworks.

Why does Life do this to us? Put us through this specific pain again and again. Some sense of symmetry? Or is it instead that the ironic sense of humor you've often detected is actually sarcasm?