And so let’s end where it all began. With a cube. In the Back Rooms. But we must add more text and context.
None of this is finished. We have reached a dead end, plywood *blocking* our way again. Besides the highlighted cube, notice also the bit on the sickly yellow wall to the left here projecting through as a line. Future promise but also current limit.
We are going to get answers, though the journey will be hard at times, with many pitfalls to navigate. Let’s call these: falling into the flesh pit, mystery no more. The Back Rooms is actually uplifting in this way. Sometimes I wish it had all remained plywood, this Our Second Lyfe. Would certainly help with lag (!).
We toil endlessly in a 9-5 grind but ultimately use our copiers for nonproductive things like tomfoolery or worse.
We are hanging by a thread, producing writing but only of a disjointed mix of color, font, and narrative.
We wade through pools of shallow knowledge, hoping to get to deeper ones soon enough. If we live that long, pheh (plywood again).
We are bored. We are not fulfilling what we are suppose to be. The powers that be knew this would happen. They gave us a break. Many.
As in bathroom. So many toilets to choose from but only one is real. No people at least, but of course that’s part of the whole problem.
We must come back up to the world, move to the main building by the holidays with all the other 9-5 grinders and out of this Back Rooms place with its pitfalls and dead ends. Things will be okay; you’ll see. Night writing instead of day. Continuity instead of disjointment through increased psychic abilities. Let the photo-novels begin!
END OF “SUNKLANDS 2024 LATER”!
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