Characters watch in silence.

This is the rabbit hole.

mask@gardenofremembering:~$>
mask@gardenofremembering:~$> ls

Hello.

mask@gardenofremembering:~$> help

This is the garden.

We changed the name when the world ended. No need to remind us of what we lost, right? So we changed it. We used the patterns already established to obfuscate the illicit, and we obfuscated the licit. We changed the name and we forgot. The contents moved.
They no longer tied to that which was lost.

But that could mean almost anything. Even now we obfuscate. We mention nothing specific. No great wars, no circular hypertext, no libraries, no anglers, no scary sisters plotting in their corners. There of course was no series of dreamers, no random phrases applied to just as random pretties. No, these nightmares were perfectly planned, flawlessly meaningful, arranged impeccably by date.

There is no recollection here.

Do not enter the garden.

mask@gardenofremembering:~$> wtf

It is said that the internet is forever.

This is not true. Things get lost, times change, people forget.

mask@gardenofremembering:~$> _
Somebody had to film that scene. Somebody had to work out the blocking and framing. Somebody had to hold the microphone boom. Somebody had to stand in front of the camera multiple times with a clapper slate and say 'Thankskilling Scene 43 Take 1'. Somebody had to go in with a light meter and make sure the lighting would show up right in camera. Somebody had to make a turkey puppet with a silicone mask on it. All this, after somebody wrote this scene on a stolen macbook while snorting meth and crushed caffeine pills off a truckstop hooker's butt. I'm gonna assume the people who did all those things were the four people on camera.