Sk8

Interestingly enough, Patroclous was in the same circle again. Yes, he knew: 'Life is a circle, duh!'; But he was surprised, interested, and, most importantly, tired. It wasn't enough to have only one of this circles, no. Now he was within two intersecting circles. And they were essentially the same for him. The outcome was the same: he spun stupidly within them, goallessly. In the beginning, there was a goal, a big, bright, shiny, and longed-for goal. Now it was only a mere residual effect. he goal was still there fo him. Only, he knew he wasn't going to get it. Ever. He always chose wrongly. He always put his efforts on impossibles. At least if one had worked out, it would have been a reason for keeping on. But he still moved in an eight-shaped path, without the hope to get out, without the will to get out.

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