9.28.2021
Expansion follows contraction like inhale follows exhale.

Our cyclical story repeats with no beginning or end. Where do we start? With our memories? Our earliest self reflection? We were alive before that. Conception? We didn't emerge into a vacuum. The atoms and energy that make up our bodies came from somewhere and that came from somewhere and all the way back it goes; same never ending chain into the future, too.

What breaks up this seamless circular background? A few details grounded in the moment: the light above me is humming, the air is colder as autumn asserts herself, the rain smells like New Orleans, and the inner hole grows larger by the day.

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