our circular fetishes
and viscous cycles
I love circles.
Whether it’s my grandfather’s watch, the tractor at the campground, or mechanically enhanced motion, circles make my life better.
For fun, I love going out with some of the best dudes in the world. Together, we move our feet in small circles.
They move even smaller circles that move bigger circles.
The bigger circles carry us over even bigger circles that cover many kilometers at a time.
Laps on a mountain bike are bliss.
Earlier this week I was attempting to find a time to join these lads for such antics.
It was difficult.
I kept forgetting about another circle. The proper starting and ending point wasn’t entirely clear.
Neither is this post, but please, bear with me.
Or bare with me if you’re a nudist.
Though that might be bad for circles.
Circles certainly can be problematic.
Viscous cycles - yes, viscous cycles - I get stuck in them because I’m fucking thick.
Trapped in a feedback loop - that’s what escalating fights in couples typically are.
Here we go.
Keep reading with a 7-day free trial
Subscribe to The Remarkable Fools Letter to keep reading this post and get 7 days of free access to the full post archives.