Once more, with feeling… and without. The universe hums its monotonous tune, and here we are, dancers on the edge of the abyss. Spinning, spinning, like the wheels of fortune. But do they turn? Do they ever?
And so, it begins again. The sun rises, sets, rises. The moon whispers its secrets, only to forget them come dawn. History’s a broken record, and we are the players, stuck in the groove, longing for the new but finding only the same old same.
Ponderous Reflections Return of the Ever-returning