Each day is an iteration.

Only that nowadays the iteration feels like

a painful joke.

A never-ending joke.

This particular day feels like each day since

the time that the iteration started.

For each day, the joke gets funnier.

The funny thing is that the synapses do their work

so elegantly that

each resemblance that associates hurt your more and more.

There's no escape from the associations that hunt you.

The iteration goes on and on.

The synapses don't seem to go off.

The joke constantly grows.

The iteration will never stop.

It is an infinite loop.

The funniest thing of all is that

the lunatic is your very own

perfectly formed joke.