"Panic, if you’ve ever met it, is a very poor plagiarist. It’s like reading the same line in a book you’re sure you’ve seen before, because it doesn’t invent anything new; it simply rereads the same paragraph of your life over and over, convinced it missed a line. Each repetition growing desperate, and you tell yourself you could stop anytime, close the book, step outside, but the words keep rearranging themselves into the same sentence: something is wrong. Soon the commas start to multiply, the periods roll to the margins, and the paragraph folds in on itself until there’s no space for breathing. Because, panic, if you’ve ever met it, is a very poor plagiarist. It’s like reading the same line in a book you’re sure you’ve seen before, because it doesn’t invent anything new; it simply rereads the same paragraph of your life over and over, convinced it missed a line. Each repetition growing more and more desperate, and you tell yourself you could stop anytime, close the book, step outside, but the words keep rearranging themselves into the same sentence." - Psllonllc
