The loop.

I think what really makes a weekday morning so disheartening is the thought that you’ll have to go through the whole thing again tomorrow.

And I think that in spite of all the ups and downs and highs and lows and rollercoaster-ness of things that we all always make such a noise about, the terrifying truth is that life is planar. And finite and filled with many instances of the same events.

I am Sisyphus running late for work every morning and making it and coming home and running late again. And so on and so forth.

There’s got to be more to this.


Author: Kirtana K

I paint and make music and blog like a maniac. These days I try to run. But I have chicken legs and lungs the size of two-rupee balloons. I fail. I like pajamas and striped socks and books that read like song and songs that sound like poetry and strangers who read this page. And Maggi when I'm sick or cold or sad or celebrating. They'll find noodles in my veins if ever they cut me open. And potatoes. And maybe a tiny bit of whiskey. I'll be an Unidentified Living Object and they'll put my insides on display. It will be crazy. It will be awesome. It will.

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