Equinox (Again)

We spin and spin and spin and spin and spin and spin and spin and spin and spin and spin and spin and spin and spin and spin and spin and spin and spin and spin and spin and spin and…

… we complete yet another loop, but time travels in a spiral rather than a circle. Back in the same place in some ways, but also hurtling toward a whole other galaxy in another dimension.

Nothing but grains of sand, jumbled up in space, falling through a Klein bottle.