November 14, 2001. My life repeats itself. I'm not sure if it is in threes or repeats of threes, but I'm all sixes and sevens. In the little things of life, all of us repeat ourselves, even those that live the most carefree life. We develop habits, we develop themes, and we develop patterns. I find none of those things disturbing. And then there can be repeating things that appear random, but maybe our eyes and our intellects create repeating themes and patterns because we find them safe or familiar or pleasant. Why were these hats placed so closely together? Was it a deliberate act, or a random act that reflected the camaraderie of the workers? I kind of like that idea.
Sunday, November 14, 2010
LIFE REPEATS
November 14, 2001. My life repeats itself. I'm not sure if it is in threes or repeats of threes, but I'm all sixes and sevens. In the little things of life, all of us repeat ourselves, even those that live the most carefree life. We develop habits, we develop themes, and we develop patterns. I find none of those things disturbing. And then there can be repeating things that appear random, but maybe our eyes and our intellects create repeating themes and patterns because we find them safe or familiar or pleasant. Why were these hats placed so closely together? Was it a deliberate act, or a random act that reflected the camaraderie of the workers? I kind of like that idea.
