A maze constructed of hyperlinks. Not a game but a novel. An Island. A labyrinth. A wandering trail of words. An immensity of the Holocene epoch. Squeezing through a scattering in deeper dimensionality than the House of Leaves.

Smoothing the threads. Smoothing is not what we are here to do. We are here to tangle, to knot, to spiderweb, and to all run together. In short, we are here to connect and to link, not to sunder, dice, and study.

The trick is to proceed in absorption. To act, to write with no thought for the words before or the words after.