4.03.25: Palindromes

I love palindromes. There’s something weirdly satisfying about words and phrases that loop back on themselves, like a secret code hidden in plain sight. Racecar, taco cat, madam, I’m Adam—they just hit different. It’s like language showing off, proving it can be clever without even trying. Numbers too—2112, 1221—clean, symmetrical, no loose ends. Maybe it’s the balance, the way it all clicks together. Or maybe I just enjoy pointless little patterns and mindless wordplay. Either way, palindromes are underrated. They’re simple, satisfying, and never change, forward or backward. Honestly, if you don’t like palindromes, I don’t trust you.