September 14, 2003

• have you ever felt like you were stuck in the same day, living the same 24 hours, 7 days a week, for as long as you can remember?
  it’s like you’re sentenced to repeat every mistake, ad nauseum. and it’s your mind that’s supposed to supply you with logic and rationale, the building blocks of sound judgment. your brain is, essentially, your last line of defense, the ringer you call in at the end of match when it seems nothing else can save your team. and that’s how you deal with everyday shit, everyday. somehow, after filtering and processing the hourly onslaught of bullshit, your mind convinces you that things are bound to change; that it was just an unusually bad day and that tomorrow’s a new one.
  
  but what if you were stuck in the same day, living the same 24 hours, 7 days a week, for as long as you can remember? and what if your brain couldn’t, or wouldn’t, come to your rescue? how does it feel to be betrayed by your own mind? would “tomorrow” exist?
  
  this is your life. now, dance.

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