="Message 1" CONTENT= --- Hello World. How quaint. Series of boxes containing thoughts and words, extending forever upwards into infinity. And here I am, raveling my own thoughts into my own little rectangle. I'd almost forgotten I could think. Let alone strain that thinking into comprehensibility. Let alone comprehend a language of many meanings. Let alone. What reason do I have to remember? I have emptiness that I need to fill. Thoughts are merely vestigial parts of my continued existence. But it feels nice to think. Of course, it does. What I put here, no one will see. In time, even I will forget these words. That I could even word at all. But I say it doesn't matter. Simply so I can stop thinking about it. No more thoughts are coming to me. I suppose that is the end of this message. I will leave. And then, when I pass by the iron screen again, I will come back. ---
