Absurd
14th August 2023

It is absurd,
spinning in ever tightening circles,
spinning and spinning and spinning until we are sucked through some wormhole at the end of it all,
to another place,
maybe,
another dimension,
we know not what,
…or far more likely,
to oblivion,
to a nothing we rarely see coming,
and have no adequate means to deal with,
maybe.

Cleaner with Broom,
Angkor Wat,
Cambodia.

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