[A HELPING HAND] [i've provided a map to help you along.] [stay on your toes. we're almost there.] MEM08 - gardenshed this area seems to be fragmented. there are two main areas, with the one you're reading this memo from being the first. a room off to the side will lead you somewhere you won't recognize. i don't expect you to, as i didn't either. gardenshed seems to be a memory box, but... for whom? and more importantly, why here? this area feels so intricate, so personal. almost like a hand-crafted gift. ...is it for me? regardless, you'll need a key from that first side room to access the second main area. there will be two more side rooms there. i've yet to check it out myself, as i'm opting to pre-emptively write this memo for you. obviously, i won't be coming back to update this one once i've got the keys to proceed. if this leads to where i believe it will, this will be the last time you hear from me... that is, however, unless we can all be there together. before i end this, i'd like to go on a little side tangent, through answering any questions i believe you may have. so, shall we proceed?> who are you?
i am the owner. i pray you've been picking up any context clues from your presumed rummaging of my other rooms, because that's all you're getting about my identity. i want to keep it private. for some time, i have had increasingly frequent thoughts of just... vanishing. not leaving anything behind. you might give it a name with some negative connotation, but i call it peace. ...that is all.> why are you doing this?
i see something in the jouse. from the moment i got my own key, i understood it. though, that knowledge has given me a peek behind the curtains, so to speak. i want to find it. its heart. i know it's here, and i know i've doomed myself by going down this path. i've a strange attachment to this place. it feels like home. it feels like i belong here. that feeling only grows stronger the further i burrow into it. like wrapping yourself in more blankets on a cold winter night... or an idealized version of it, sitting around a fireplace with a loved one, hot cocoa in hand and having nothing but fire and company. you might call it delusion, but i call it fate.> what's with the music?
can't you hear it? it's everywhere. the jouse, intentional or not is up for debate, composes music for its areas. i wanted to mimic that for my rooms, to leave the only mark i want to in this world. it comes from a very "raw" state of mind. i'm a bit of a perfectionist, so trying to put that aside to create something honest to my emotions and mental state was a bit of a challenge.now of course, i couldn't actually hear you ask these questions. they were all assumed, so i hope at least one of them were accurate to you! that is all, good luck.> what's your favorite...
ah... this is a bit of a self-indulgent question. i'm sorry. as for animals, i'm particularly fond of cats. they remind me of myself, in a way. horses are okay, i guess. i know those are barry's favorite. they're a bit weird looking for my tastes, but i can't hate 'em. for music, i may sound biased, but i do enjoy the music the jouse has made. i find myself sitting in overgrown just to listen to the music there. and for games, you can't go wrong with good ol' klondike solitaire. i also enjoy that one rpg game about a milennium bug, though i'm blanking on the name. that's all!