time you perform
a certain task
doesn't feel
very much at all
like the first.
What it tends
to resemble, almost
exactly—and
much to your
frustration—is just the next-
most-recent.
Which at least makes it
decently
easy to grasp
the resentment
and ennui you feel while
stumbling through the work.
Sort of like
Jesus'
coming again
to judge
the living
and the dead:
it feels somewhat
needless
or counterproductive
in a kingdom
which has
no end.
