Every so often it seems as though this world is stuck on repeat. Same questions being posed. Same actions being taken. Same discussions occurring. It has become a broken record with no resolutions or new chapters to be found. When are we going to wake up and change the station? When will we rectify what’s broken?
Perhaps we prefer broken items to remain for fear of having nothing to do or talk about. Fear of facing new territories.
Se we’ll let the broken record spin; wonder why the song continues to skip and why we never have the opportunity to hear the end.
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Article Published: 2009, 28 January
Author: Chucky
Found in department: what if
Author: Chucky
Found in department: what if
Earmarks: fear, lost, ponder, strange
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