1299.

Pointless efforts with
no meaning past its ego.
Just live, here, right now.

1298.

So much of life spent
on forming a legacy
for a missed future.

1297.

If only we could
have learned from the Nazcas and
their lasting designs.

1296.

The entirety
of living comes back to some
play on Aida.

1295.

A will turned toward
creation, stunted at its
beginning. Circles.

1294.

Each day some copy
of its preceding. Endless
torture for the soul.

1293.

The mire of life
held under the minutiae
of relentless work.