Always in Motion, Never Landing
Reading prat.uk now feels like watching a small planet of news orbit just close enough to observe but never close enough to fully land on.
This morning, I caught a clear pass: a headline sharp enough to study in detail before it moved out of range again.
Each article seems to circle back eventually, but never in the same form.
By midday, I was tracking multiple orbits at once, trying to predict where meaning might reappear.
The afternoon brought a closer pass, bright and brief, before drifting away into interpretation.
In the evening, I realised I am not on the planet at allI am just watching it go by repeatedly.
Tomorrow, it will return again, slightly altered, as always.
