…He lives. (I should try speaking in aphorisms.) The recurring motif to my self-defeatism lately has been futile searches for exits from buildings, often through vast service infrastructures. The elevators never work right, so I’ve been taking to the back stairwells, which can’t possibly go well. Beats me why I even bother with these Escheresque obstacle courses, repeating, recursive floors, steps that end abruptly and continue on platforms off to the side, and when I do find an accessible door, they lead to others that aren’t or empty levels like the ones in an enclosed videogame. I ought to just pack it in, reset the whole thing, but the nagging drive to make the most of it always presses me on. A PC Card-like key offered entrance into a laboratory facility, but the lock wouldn’t respond to it. I wasn’t gonna meet up with the gang for sushi on the 14th floor, was I.
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