Patterns are killing me.
A visual pattern can be eye-catching and pretty. But it's fabricated; there is no discontinuity or change. Eventually a loop will be formed.
The world is so diverse and also so repetitive. There are always patterns and molds that will be followed.
Things may not repeat themselves on the surface, but the core and the motivations are always the same. Humanity cannot be altered.
There is no such thing as an original idea. Every possible thought you have stems from something else.
The world is just one big song played over and over.
It will never stop until it breaks.
Friday, February 27, 2009
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