anything round

like...
u take the clothes out
u put it in again

swirl
twirl
whirl

then u take them out again

like...
the dog chasing
its tail

hamster running
on the wheel
as if
it's running a long distance

like...
you think you
have gotten there
but
no
not yet

like...
the asymptotic curve
hardly reaching

like...
it's a
vicious cycle

like...

ellipsis.

foolish, actually

mailoofaetiuq

In light of the last day of a wonderful recess week..

And to the remaining weeks... chiong ah!

So loving is a risk?

To love at all is to be vulnerable.

Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken.

If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal.

Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness.

But in that casket—safe, dark, motionless, airless—it will change.

It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable.


-C.S. Lewis, The Four Loves, p. 121