When you are alone with few people to interrupt your life, you end up in these cycles. When I find myself crossing these oceans of isolation for few months in a row, the days start to melt into one another. I fall into these routines and I am sitting there living the same day over and over again.
It's rigid structure without meaning, repetition without rhythm, the cycle just continues and all you want to do is break it. But the cycle has so much momentum you push and pull but you just can't break it.