18 April 2012
Time. Time has a way of curling about itself; when something so terrible happens, that it sets motions through time. When time is disturbed, it curls into a sort of fetal position, and repeats the same horror, just to come to terms with the world which occupies it. Time is like a human, or maybe humans are just products of time, and therefore act the same way. History seems to repeat itself, over and over. Like a man struggling with trauma, reliving past horrors causing post-traumatic stress syndrome. Another battle for the previous battles sake; a last honor to the dead, by killing more people, by making more people homeless, starving thousands more.
The same old song, the same old junk. No rest for the wicked.
Repeat • Opuss № I