Mazes

I spend a lot of time worrying about the escape route. You’re stuck in this place so you think “what’s the fastest way out?” or “how do i get to the centre?” or “left or right?” right? You always have the option of bashing your skull against the brickwork though. You could dig your toes in and climb up and over. You could build a hut and live here, eat the moss and anyone who comes your way. The maze wants you to traverse it, or at least define yourself in relation to it. There is nothing else other than the walls and how you navigate them, there is nothing else at all. Why did you come here? Do you just like mazes like all the others? I will eat you.

Posted on April 30, 2021

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