Here I am lost, then found, then lost again. I don't know the time, it's late I know that, it feels like I haven't seen sunlight in days. I am cold to the bone. There is a light ringing in my ears, dull yet persistent. Time, I see now, is not linear but an infinite circle. History repeats itself, nothing is original - an ongoing cycle. My life is so full of redundancies, hypocrisies, falsities but none of that matters now that I'm here. Here I am, found and lost and found again, wandering forever, free; yet still endlessly trapped in the cycle, or maybe blissfully cradled in it. This moment is all I know.