It's a Circle

Broken chains can't be fired back together. Not these, and not when they're mismatched links to begin with.

They keep trying to get back together and the colliding links clink metal ticks through the rest of the chain and erupt and quake and break. Regroup again, re-link, reconnect. Try it, try it. We want a whole. We like to see things put together.

But it's like the broken pieces aren't polarized. Maybe they never were in the first place. Maybe this whole time they were forced together by some super glue and that super glue just run out now and it's out of stock and it's not coming back in stock, at least not anytime soon.

I think broken things, in general, are very pretty. It's fun to point them out and admire the beauty in the ugly. If I were to see that broken chain lying in the middle of the sidewalk on a street somewhere maybe down by Wall Street I might think it's pretty. I might be moved by it and want a picture of it or want to take it for myself!

But it's not fun if you're a link in that chain. It's not fun when that broken chain that's scattered and un-polarized- but still associates of one another- is a chain that resides somewhere half drowning in swamp and sinking and sinking and the last thing that link, that's you, that's me, sees, is a chance.