by gurdeepmattu

At some point, the inside whorl became the outside whorl. When that was, it is hard to say. The recidivist talking about ourselves and the repetition in that comfort became cold comfort and then no comfort. There’s the opportunity for reinvention but it requires commitment, and a doggedness that many will no longer possess, worn down by the whorl of social media opinion and image and banalities of evil. Believe in the belief.

I just like the sound of the words as they crash against each other like dodgems it’s that simple