cycles, repeating patterns, messages in the madness, in the code, in the way things come back, again, and again, the history, the turning back and folding in of time, like ice cream on a cold stone slab. caught again, time's vices, the clocks turning hands holding and grasping, tipsy and turvy, great names for twins. been here before, and it's not easier, or better, knowing how to deal, how to manage, how to adjust, because i can't, there aren't cleats for this, there aren't plyos you can do to build and develop and change and move and juke and jive and dance around. inevitability, inexorable, unbeknownst, if that's even a word, without power, without strength, without definition, and left behind.