When they divided the world into solids and fluids they simultaneously constructed the walls in the never ending labyrinth that we have no choice but to stumble through.
Taking a stroll into the city is following roads and noticing corners, stepping within the lines, failing to do so means going astray and consequently removing you from the rest of reality by mere millimeters.
Within that tiny gap, however, lies everything that was not meant for the labyrinth, everything that was supposed to be erased in the first totalitarian takeover of our thoughts and senses.
While cosmic rays vibrate to the same ancient hum as our flesh, men with their hands dipped in oil and tar keeps hauling rocks from the underground to expand on the walls on the surface.
Their greatest feat was covering up the sky, keeping our sights firmly aimed on the ground and the yellow lines.
The greatest tragedy inflicted on humanity was removing it from itself with copper wires and shrill voices, and twisting its limbs until it could no longer move.
Peeking inside the millimeters makes the world rot and the sky open, and while escape never will amount to much more than a spasm of the mind and a sense of great dread while lying in bed, the knowledge that the world inside the labyrinth will never be as real as what lies beyond the crumbling mortar still brings great comfort for those who still have the fortitude to dream.