There are moments in life when the algorithm minds its business.
This was not one of those moments.
I was casually scrolling Facebook, hydrated, unbothered, and allegedly at peace, when suddenly a post from Michael Davis popped into my feed.
Now, mind you, I was not following him from that account.
I did not search him.
I did not summon him.
I did not light a candle, play soft music, or whisper his name into the digital void.
Facebook just woke up and chose mess.
And there he was.
Michael Davis.
In my...