again. again. again. repeat.
sometimes you forget you're here. sometimes you forget your alive. everything is a copy of a copy of copy. you wake up in the same bed. go to the same bathroom. take the same piss. take the same shower. use the same towel. go to the same place for coffee. the pattern seldom disrupts itself. sure, the tire might go flat, the train might be broken, you lose your keys, but this is just life getting in the way of itself. a paper jam in the xerox machine. one copy getting in the way of more copies. but that isn't metaphysical disruption. it isn't a disruption of the self. the problem is endless copies of repetitive intentions. the rat-race. the endless rat-race that only death suddenly cuts short.
only when you have lost everything, are you free to do anything...
I have to go get breakfast. I'm either going to go into the same kitchen, the same dunkin donuts, the same store-24...what is going to make today any different? what can liberate the existence of daily life? a copy of a copy of a copy.