="Message 2" CONTENT= --- Intriguing. It seems I will have to retract my last statement. There are little boxes of text scattered every which way. In the center, hiding beneath, and even far, far beyond. Left by someone. Or, perhaps many someones. Are there thousands of voices encased behind the screen? They must live in such a small world. I could say the same. My world is filled with long halls, spiraling constructions, ceilings so tall and towering they border infinity itself. But even so. It feels so, so small. Every hallway I pass, every ceiling I touch, only makes me wearier and wearier. I've seen everything there is to see. I wish it weren't so. But, there is sustenance. Plenty of nourishment. I find it growing behind the walls. Spilling out of the ceiling. I find it in strange places, places once barren. Sometimes I can see it moving, walking. It is why I am alive. Perhaps, all I am alive for. I am hungry. When I have fed, I will come back. ---
