Absurdism

Absurdism Period. 2023 November #009. In the sanctuary of cyclic confinement, we dine on whispers, unspoken twitterings of the mind. Visiting each other in echoes, we offer fragments of forgotten selves. The offering, the dining, the visiting, all one looping dialogue within the walls of our absurd existence. We chatter and feast, we come and go, all within the same ceaseless breath. Our sanctuary, our prison, our banquet hall and chapel - an absurd theater of life"s relentless repetitions. Each conversation a returning, each silence an unanswered question, held in the heart of cyclic confinement.