wandering for a purpose, fighting for a reason, discovering for some cause.
mechanical indeed but driven by the human – not clear what that might be.
sisyphus alike, i am aware of my torture, i accept the bounds i cannot break and i revolt through the footsteps laid before me in making them my own.
exhausting, that is what it is – though no other path will lend me freedom.
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