Written by Jacob Ibrag
Groundhog day, I never asked for this.
Waking up to the same thing all over again. A
cycle of the most unfortunate series of events. And no
matter how much I try to stop it, it holds steady on repeat.
Don’t get to have you. Somehow, you see through we. Three
hundred ninety nine cycles later and we keep ending in
the same place. Maybe if I let go, this will all cease.
And yet if I let go, tomorrow is arbitrary.
Photography by Nik Shuliahin