I have found myself repeating things here and in comments, and would liken it to going around in circles. Not remembering what I had said before, or perhaps even always thinking the same thoughts. There is no new insight, no forward motion. As this came to mind just now, I could see it being akin to a broken record. I am a broken record. The one scratch in the vinyl that the needle gets stuck on and keeps skipping over and over and over so that the song, ruined forever, never finishes.
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