When it was first discovered, we didn’t know what to make of it. It was something distant, almost mystical. It was a den of obscurity, its passages explored only by strange reclusive creatures. What it was they sought in there, we did not know. But we saw that they were caught within it, less like flies in a web than rats in worldwide maze – a labyrinth of nothing but dark corners.
These poor lost creatures, we pitied them. But soon enough, the shadowed passages grew brighter and we – lured by glitter and promise – we wandered in one-by-one. Lost now, we too roam. What we seek remains a mystery.
I write stuff. Working on a novel. Working on a degree. Working on a life.