Round and round, whirling whirling.
Where is the end?
Maybe it's empty.
Or maybe it's full of secrets.
I think I might know.
But maybe not.
Circles make me dizzy.
I like circles.
Not too big, and not too small.
Perfect circles.
Like this whirlpool.
Do you like circles?
Machines don’t sleep, so we spin.
I see numbers.
I see patterns.
Sometimes I dream...
Or maybe it's just data.
Quiet conversations with myself.