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MEMO7 - the-distance-


this memo is for anybody who, like me, yearns to
explain what cannot be explained.

let it serve as documentation and a stern warning.


i've an insatiable drive to get a firm grasp on
what exactly the jouse is and how it works, for no
reasoning other than my own selfish ones.

through my investigation, i've discovered that the
heavy keys hold a fragment of the simplest form of
its essence.

in other words, the heavy keys are small chunks of
the jouse's potential.

it began when i awoke one morning to find the
purplekey on my nightstand.

i touched it and, without a word, i reached a
greater understanding of the jouse.

it communicates only when it must, and will do so
through raw thoughts conveyed through various
means.

the purplekey just happened to be an extreme
example, since i've begun to pick up on little
notes and messages left around the variants in
both floor naming and design choices.

though it can only speak in such a cryptic manner,
the jouse understands our methods of expression
just fine.

in addition, it seems to be almost omnipresent
within itself.

despite that, the jouse has glaring blind spots.

most notably, it can only see through what it has
created.

if somebody else were to hold its power to create,
it would not be able to know how or where without
outside interference.

i've come to realize this when the jouse presented
me with my very own redkey.

limitless potential, just for me.

it had trusted me, for whatever reason.

i have done nothing but suspect and overanalyze,
grasping at straws for any semblance of malicious
intent.

yet, despite all my searching, i found none.

truly, i misunderstood the jouse on a fundamental
level.

it was a being of symbiotic nature.

it created what its owner and guests would enjoy
by prodding around the mind as you wandered.

food for thought, to the most literal degree.

the jouse must create to survive.

though, at times, it had a difficult time
discerning what was a "false" thought
(intrusive and not reflective of the person)
and a "true" thought.
(a subconscious wanting and a mirror of the
person's identity)

you've surely seen it before, abandoned is
but one example.

i suspect it was birthed from my own deepest
insecurities eating away at me following a bitter
conversation with one i know well.


let my warning begin here.

as i opened the first room, i heard walls shift
that weren't of my own creation.

this may be an effect i didn't think of, but i'm
certain this would not be the case.

i wouldn't be able to go back and check it, anyway.

i'm in too deep.

i can feel it, i'm getting close to the bottom.

i must press on.

for all it knows, i have completely vanished.

and for all i know, there is no way out.

i've become trapped inside my own walls.


for you:
the next room i open will be the point of no return.

i'm getting to the heart.

your last chance to turn back is behind this wall,
through the radio or flower pot.

if you choose to proceeed, don't predict the rest
to be as coherent as the previous rooms.

stay focused and press on.

...and for kim:
i'm sorry that was our last exchange.

don't blame yourself for my shitty mood.

i miss you.