thoughts: on patterns

There is something visually appealing about patterns. They can serve as constants to your continuously changing life. Repeating. Over and over. Repeating. I can drown in them and still feel secured. They give me the illusion that everything will be alright because in the end everything will still just go back to the way they were. But snap! Reality check! The clock just hit 8:35. I’m still at the LRT, and I’m late for work.


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