everything is changing, again. the snake doesn't like the taste of its tail anymore. I can't find the pause button. I have the remote in my hand, my thumb keeps landing on rewind then fast forward. maybe I smash the television? that would do no good. I'd be left picking out pieces of myself from the palms of my hand. how come nothing stays the same besides the feeling I get when I think about 2024. I'm gripping at sand again. nothing is staying where it should be and now I'm digging for the remote, again.