- Vol. 05
- Chapter 10
Your head is a maze, no sorry, a labyrinth set on speed, top speed. Your thoughts curve time and space into concentric circles you can’t see beyond. You’ve been here before before before. I can’t help you out, sorry, I don’t know the way in or the way out. Only you know that, though you’ve forgotten to go in again, without a ball of wool to help you out. I’m here, waiting for you, calling to you, hoping one day, you’ll hear my voice, hear your own voice, be able to follow yourself back out again.