Rights, Wrongs, Lefts

Two wrongs don’t make a right.

Three rights make a left.

Eight lefts summon a déjà vu.

Sixteen identical turns—sixteen of anything—is a lot, though you return to where you started, having made zero progress in this, as in the rest of your life.

Thirty-two turns—and by now, left or right is irrelevant—and you question all the choices that have led you to the here and now.

Sixty-four turns—and the doubt grows, even as familiar landmarks blur together.

128 turns—and it’s time to face your demons. It is time to return home at last.