So this is really happening, right? Really happening. For a short while anyway. And yet it feels like it is happening again and again, same old, same old. Have I come to this point before? How could I know?
Yet there is the strongest feeling that there is something that I don't know and that this whole thing is deeply familiar. A remembrance of things past, lived again. Half-experienced skirmishes with being.
To what end? To no end. Some kind of giant circle. A spiral to nowhere. As I say, this is really happening, right?
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