Have you ever felt your habitual delights

become stale when you indulge?

 

Your routine, quiet and well known and bearing no surprise,

infuriates you?

 

Eating your favorite dish becomes

a foul slop you must choke down for nutritional purposes?

 

Your favorite show

becomes monotonously samey bullshit?

 

Your room

becomes a cage?

 

You find yourself running on a wheel after trying so hard

to go somewhere?

 

What does your day mean when it has become a repetition of last year?