salvandijk.

stop and look anew.

 

The tracks are made of steel

you hear the cadence of steel wheels on steel beams

The tracks are made of steel

you hear the cadence of steel wheels on steel beams

The tracks are made of steel

you hear the cadence of steel wheels on steel beams

Like when recalling a memory, these are small, self-contained stories that repeat & repeat & repeat.

 

These memories represent the routine. They convey the feeling of experiencing a loop.

A loop in which routine creates the fertile ground for an expanding desensitization towards our environment

[^Environment as in our direct surroundings].

These lethal routines are essential to survival but destructive to living. Thundering on, day by day, at speeds faster than life.

 

Space and time blending together into a fatal concoction of acceptance and wilful ignorance.

 

You become disenchanted with your own life and you have stopped looking.

 

Stop and look anew.

 

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