The time loop seems to repeat about every five minutes these days. It’s only a matter of time before we reach mass capacity.
It’s hard to determine a picture from a single puzzle piece.
Sartre writes that hell is other people. Obviously, he had never been here.
I’ve been living the same day for days now. Maybe weeks. I don’t know.
Something big’s going to happen today. I just know it. It’s been foreseen.
I have doomed us all. It cannot be undone. Again.
I have a routine every morning. Had.