="found door" CONTENT= --- There is not a door that I see, that I have not already opened. They lead to chambers of hiding, or cragged, misshapen tunnels ending in nothing. Nothing new, until I was pacing along the walls. It is what I do often. I feel something cold touch the end of my arm. I look back towards the empty, barren wall. I see nothing there. I feel the wall, for the spot that brushed against me. It is cold like steel, not like the walls that line this place. I grab something. It is thin and a rectangle, alike a door handle. And it twists and clicks like one too. I feel a door handle, but I do not see a door handle. Only a barren wall. I turn and pull. Suddenly, there is a door. A door I hadn't seen, a door where there was once a barren wall. Blue in color, complete with a steel handle and with a new tunnel behind it. Confusion. Bewilderment. This I feel at an object that appears from nothing, somehow. Did the mechanisms of my mind make a door? Or was it always here, and only hidden from my eyes? Why hide this one, and not the plentiful other entrances in this labyrinth? But, I will let myself toil over this incomprehensibility another time. Now, there is a new entrance. A new place to go. I wonder where it'll take me ---
