Why? Why did you come this way? There was a pleasant circle. Round and round, visiting the past. Isn't it pleasant?

Is it escapism? How can you really know if it helps you or not? What if it feels good and hurts no one?

Hurting yourself is still hurting someone.

This path is confusing. It doesn't seem to have anywhere to walk or breathe. It's not even a forest, really. It looks like it's been walked a million times. It looks like it's a very lonely place.

it's not my fault if you're

trapped in a box...

It's lonely.