When is a path ever new, or at least doubled down?

Do you retread or retreat or even repeat or repent regarding routes rendered readily redundant, right down to the details taking toll, defined too taut, like trying to jumble the meaning of what with who so even reactions can lean too hard, into any nary ordinary situation, subject to repetitive diction?

Are spaces supposed to scatter, into segmentation?

Or could it be a disconnection, due to the impulse incentivized by the insatiable lure of progression driven, spirited by meshes of incessant sensations emphasizing the especially improbable reiterations in order to transfer arbitrariness into permanence , not recognizing how before becomes again, again?

You as just the result of accumulated interaction?

Or, is the emphasis more about the objects wielded in a manner reflective of the need for a symbiosis foiled, systematically, by overlapped expectations coupled with the race to rush, to over and out, do as is customary, interest and imagination, summed, seems to widen the seam rather than sew it closer?

Real positions impede means, to reel in ambitions?

Do that which you must means the ability to muster the where, with all that happens to be surrounding the diffused attention, meaning not really at hand or immediately discernible, because of limitations only mentally circumvented, with acquisition modes superseded solely with slapdash huddle formations?

[2023/02/01-28]