This is a record of what it feels like to exist within systems I cannot fully name, understand, or escape.

These poems inhabit a world, raw and perpetually in motion, where repetition functions as both structure and trap, mirroring the circular logic of thought and the quiet rituals I repeat without resolution.

Through surreal imagery and compressed bursts of thought, images return not to explain themselves, but to insist, to echo the way experience accumulates rather than progresses.

Reality and abstraction exist side by side, indistinguishable, creating a landscape that feels familiar yet estranged.