#puddlepoem Whether the spiral moves inward or out, we may never know. We keep saying 'here we go again' but we aren't. This is the first time, the only time. We can possibly look at what was once--but only so far that we can see, before the curve obscures our view. And our view is always being obscured. We know this because because we do it to ourselves. We do it to ourselves but blame the curve instead-as if the curve of the universe calculated our individual existences only to ultimately fuck with us in the end-- The Spiral keeps spinning. It's a new year and a new winter that's begun. Here we go. Just like we always have been.

#puddlepoem Whether the spiral moves inward or out, we may never know. We keep saying 'here we go again' but we aren't. This is the first time, the only time. We can possibly look at what was once--but only so far that we can see, before the curve obscures our view. And our view is always being obscured. We know this because because we do it to ourselves. We do it to ourselves but blame the curve instead-as if the curve of the universe calculated our individual existences only to ultimately fuck with us in the end-- The Spiral keeps spinning. It's a new year and a new winter that's begun. Here we go. Just like we always have been.