The comforts of habit. The solace of ruts. The seemingly inexorable juggernaut of inertia.
I make an effort to change a pattern, clear a space of old compulsions, but then I lose no time at all at filling the gap with another comfortable thing to 'do'. Human doings. Humans doing. Doing all the time.
I make an effort to change a pattern, clear a space of old compulsions, but then I lose no time at all at filling the gap with another comfortable thing to 'do'. Human doings. Humans doing. Doing all the time.
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