Circle time . . . running now. Running and trying to find an exit. This is becoming exhausting because I’ve been on this treadmill for more than one lifetime. I’ve looked for answers, saviors, exits; but I’m bereft — facing only nothingness, the Void. Whatever happened to “the good life” as presented on TV. I’m running and the TV is watching me, laughing as if I’m some badly written character in an unpopular sitcom.