well i guess i'm trapped now. in this black hole where there is no more movement, while time lingers on and the rest of the world out there passes by seconds by minutes by hours by days. if i have to perceive life as series of events which emanate from the collision between space and time, this certain repetitive event would not be considered as such. though consuming it may be, it still escapes life as i understands it should be. it's like the story of the cave, where peoples were trapped inside, took their times along, no movement. suddenly one day, they came out, and 100 years have passed them. i'd say i'm being robbed. they are ripping my times off. there are no series of events here. there is only one event. and it has been going on and on and on, days after days. taking me no where. taking me no when. the repetitive now.