The wind

"You wind up in irons...

It's when you're pointing straight at the wind, and you can try and fight it but you are stuck

...even if we weren't going anywhere, it was still sailing"

 "I tried so hard to rearrange your mind. But after a while I realized you were disarranging mine."

- The Rolling Stones

Don't confuse love with lust and drunkenness with judgement.

- The Rum Diary

How is it possible to fall into the same exact rabbit hole, in the same exact spot, repeatedly?

Maybe it's the thrill of the fall...or maybe the hope of finding something different at the end of it.

As always...