Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel.
Never ending or beginning,
On an ever spinning wheel
Like a snowball down a mountain
Or a carnival balloon
Like a carousel that’s turning
Running rings around the moon
(from Windmills of Your Mind, by Alan and Marilyn Bergman)
except, not really relaxing and hypnotic and windmill-y. More like: SCREEEEEEE! It’s like the Factory Floor of My Mind or something. Passport, credit card, lipstick, warm socks, see you back here in a couple weeks.


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