"By parents, do you mean like... space aliens?"

My belief, as much as I have one, is in a certain optimistic stochastics as the main force in the universe.

Lost.

I am following Miner #2 through the darkness. The only thing visible are the glint off the wet walls of the tunnel, refracted from the light of his candle. We pass through a multitude of intersections, seemingly choosing direction at random. He assures me he knows where he's going. We both know he's lying. I have no better sense of direction down here in the darkness. This must be how explorers felt, their ship adrift at night with out the stars as a guide, moving with the currents, waiting for the dawn to break.

Yay!

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Fig. ??

A nice place to visit.

Trapped but it's ok!

Miner #2 says at least six months food. We want to stay here for at least a little while though. Fun isn't the exact word to describe it, but I don't think we're going to immediately give our location. Something is telling us to enjoy our time "alone." There is laughter. I laugh at silence. I feel the pressure on my eardrums. The world weighing on itself, becoming denser. I know that the little distant rumbles come from hilariously far distances.

You aren't so far away, but only because you've been invited.

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