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:~$> _
Okay, just so you know, having enough papers that you require a filing cabinet to contain them all... is the first step to becoming my mother. Soon you're buying more and more filing cabinets, and then you just give up on filing cabinets and start stuffing papers into paper bags. Until you have dozens of 20-pound paper bags filled with 8 1/2" x 14 sheets of copy paper, and then boxes, and you start stuffing folded papers crosswise and lengthwise into other boxes, and then plastic crates, and then rubbermaid boxes. Soon, you've got 2,000 pounds of paper, and you can't throw any of it out because it's 'evidence'.