
Is there any way to escape repetition compulsion? scrutinising my own compulsory repetition, I’m regretting the things past. Some of us are like dressmaking mannequins, our bodies are full of pin-needle holes, sore wounds resulted by never-ending repetitive work and the discharge of the survival hormone, the metabolic reaction to stress, force us to adapt with the surrounding environment. Maybe one day we revolt against it and become the leader of an inner revolution.