Catch-22

They kept raising the missions, and the sky kept saying no. Yossarian read the orders like a wound he couldn't close. Every answer bent back on itself, a clean bureaucratic knife — if you ask to come home, you’re proving you're fit to fly. There was only one catch and that was Catch-22. No way out, no way through, no law that meant what it knew. That's some catch, that Catch-22. The rule is the trap, and the trap is the rule. The more you're sane, the more they pin it to you. Milo made his market out of war and called it reason. Orr kept on floating, wordless, into his own escape. Snowden in the bomber, and the world split open thin — the body, the secret, the thing no language can contain. Doc Daneeka in the tent, sick enough to know the trap begins. If you can think straight, they call you fit. If you’re fit, they call you out for it. There was only one catch and that was Catch-22. No way out, no way through, no law that meant what it knew. That's some catch, that Catch-22. The rule is the trap, and the trap is the rule. The more you're sane, the more they pin it to you. There was only one catch and that was Catch-22. Not madness, not mercy — just the loop they made you move through. So he leans into the crack in the scheme, alive in the gap between fact and dream. Not innocent. Just not agreeing. There was only one catch and that was Catch-22. No way out, no way through, no law that meant what it knew. That's some catch, that Catch-22. The rule is the trap, and the trap is the rule. The more you're sane, the more they pin it to you. That's some catch, that Catch-22. And the sky keeps turning, and the missions keep coming back.