Sugarcane

//Behind every door there are people, with stuff and ideas and histories and futures. It would be overwhelming, the sheer size of your knowledge of all these potential worlds, but you have learned [[the right way to cope.]]//\n\n<<set $hotel = true>>

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//Each trunk is proud and discrete, but high above your head their boughs have been woven into a single canopy.\n\nHow easy it would be to cross the whole forest by stepping from one branch to the next, [[if only you could get up there.]]//\n\n<<set $trees = true>>

//and it all smells of salt and fish and space, and your tiny heart has opened to the wonderful, staggering multitude of unvisited worlds, unopened books and [[unexplored oceans]]//

//[[You're surrounded by trees|I'm surrounded by trees]]//\n\n//[[You're sitting in a dark room|I'm in a dark room]]//\n\n//[[You're standing at the base of a tower|I'm standing at the base of a tower]]//

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Whatever lives inside must have been travelling for a long time. It's probably homesick.\n\nMaybe it wants to share some [[stories.]]

Views too strange to look on directly are taking the place of your stripped-out dreams. They crash about your mind like something metallic, and alive, and alien. All you can find to face them are human analogies - shadow puppet shows.\n\n[[You are not afraid.]]

//And the dream fades, <<timedinsert 0.75s>>and the memory of it fades,<<endtimedinsert>> <<timedinsert 1.75s>>[[and you fade.]]<<endtimedinsert>>//

//And the dream fades, <<timedinsert 0.75s>>and the memory of it fades,<<endtimedinsert>> <<timedinsert 1.75s>>[[and you fade.|x]]<<endtimedinsert>>//

//You stare at the brilliant screen in front of you, wet for the soundtrack's collossal bass rumble, agog before every flashing image. Each week you take your seat and each week you are teleported to something [[new, beautiful and shocking.]]\n\n<<set $cinema = true>>

<<timedreplace 2.5s>>o<<becomes>>Familiar images [[collide in your sleeping mind]]<<endtimedreplace>>

//But even the lowest branches are far out of reach. Maybe one of your descendents will make the climb for you, and sit up in the sky, and see things a million miles away in every direction, and [[wonder about your life on the ground.|1]]//

<<timedinsert 1s>>[[o]]<<endtimedinsert>>

//in a universe that is bigger than you,\n\nbut made of [[small things.]]//

Solitary, sedentary, safe. At this time of night you are free to [[do nothing|night]] and [[be no one.|night]]

//Somewhere down there is a city. You know this for sure, though light barely penetrates the ocean's surface, but right now the city is [[none of your concern.|2]]//

//And there's a maw in the ceiling through which you can see the first floor. Above that, another hole leads to the second floor, and the third - plane after plane, [[diminishing out of sight.]]//\n\n<<set $library = true>>

//You don't look to your left. You don't look to your right. You never pause. The corridor's glass floor is eaten up beneath your feet as you stroll ahead to something outside of all [[these rooms.|2]]//

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//However much you may want your cinematic safari to last forever, it's always turned back into rags by midnight. Whole lives and worlds are twisting, just within reach, but they're best at [[vanishing into smoke.|1]]//

//Whatever they want, whatever they know about you, you can't stay to find out. Just keep falling and falling and leave the invisible worlds to their own devices and falling and accepting [[and falling.|2]]

<<timedreplace 2.5s>>o<<becomes>>Out of the timeless blank of sleep, you become aware of an involuntary mental scrambling. Your brain struggles to make sense of [[new information.]]<<endtimedreplace>>

//You have no will. All you know is freefall in this lightless passage, walls with feelers that reach out to touch you as you [[sail by.]]//\n\n<<set $string = true>>

written by [[kevin mcgowan|http://thekevinmcgowan.wordpress.com/]]\n\nmacros by [[leon arnott|http://l.j-factor.com/]]\n\nmusic by [[crystal castles|http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NBaM8eutHOg]]\n\n[[start over|TrueStart]]\n\n<<fadeinsound "https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/u/167918054/12%20Child%20I%20Will%20Hurt%20You.mp3">>

//The books on those floors will tell you who you are, maybe, or at least something else that you ought to know. You only hope that the books on this floor will tell you [[how to reach them.|1]]//

//You are flat and smooth-black and you ripple at speed a few inches from the waves. There's no face reflected back from the depths; just a streamlined, inscrutable sense of [[purpose.]]//\n\n<<set $ocean = true>>

//A million silver specks are suspended in the depths of each sea, distorted by light-years of shifting and shimmering water, and every speck looks out onto more oceans in [[deepest midnight blue]]//

You don't scream when the craft sinks down outside your window. You don't even budge from your nest. If it wants to hover there in the darkness, [[what of it?]]

You still see the daytime world - pressure and strain - but scattered and changed, as if through a warped lens. It can't move beyond itself. [[It can't hurt you.]]

<<timedreplace 2.5s>>o<<becomes>>You feel a new understanding. Like your grasping metaphors have been replaced by integration. The images that come before you are whole, [[and you are whole.|z]]<<endtimedreplace>>

//[[You're surrounded by oceans]]//

//[[You're gliding over a dark ocean]]//\n\n//[[You're falling through a tunnel of string]]//\n\n//[[You're walking down a hotel corridor]]//