they fall down the rabbit holes of their thinking, one after another, until they find themselves in some conclusion their itinerary did not plan for. such rabbit holes only open up to those who are profoundly dissatisfied with the present conditions of their existence; as those who are content do not go searching, and those who remain fixed do not go falling. the fall is for the frustrated. and i am frustrated.

prologue (10-22-21)
cyber moonflower