― Right. I've started to read a bunch of books. They've provided me with some of the knowledge so I can begin to make my way out of this maze. ∙ Actually, if this horrid funk were an actual maze it would be built of cold, foggy glass bricks, and I'd come across just enough bland-tasting protein bars and occasional bit of limp salad and tepid water to keep me going. ∙ Oh, and sometimes, a big landslide of poo would drop on my head and I'd have to start all over again. ∙ So. [...].