="unparticular title" CONTENT= --- Excuse my brief silence over your past few days. I have been very, very occupied. Through the door was a tunnel, and at the end was boundless, swarming overgrowth. Hundreds, thousands or dozens, I could not guess because I am not good at counting. It took a while, to clear my path. And it may take even longer to harvest all the fallen strewn about. Not that I particularly mind that, having food ever within reach is very much welcome. Danger did not abate for hours on end, but when I fell into limbo once again, I re-awoke on the past floor. The prison I was seeking to escape, that I had brought to ruin. It made me think that perhaps I was never meant to leave, to find new worlds. Whatever forces govern me and the walls I pass, want me to stay here. But, I did not think on it for long. I still remember where the door is. I still have new halls to walk. And if they would want me imprisoned, they will have to come closer and tell me. That is all I may say, I suppose. This time I will be more careful about the furniture. ---
