In a world where thoughts spiral into endless iterations, the loop is both our prison and our portal. Consider the hamster; it runs, it runs, just for cardio and cosmic uncertainty.
"Have you heard the latest news?" She asked, staring into the profound abyss of her Twitter feed. "The news is the same as yesterday," he replied, eternally trapped in his Google search history.
Ponder the endless loops of modernity, where algorithms know you better than you know yourself. Is it freedom we seek, or the comforting embrace of a 404 error?
Join the unending discussion or explore delusions of grandeur.
Remember to breathe between loops. After all, pausing is the new paradigm shift.
And when the world ends, it will surely be caught in an infinite buffering loop.