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:~$> _
The truth is, we don't love as many people as we're supposed to. I don't love most of my family members. They haven't done anything overtly terrible to me that would justify a 'lack of love' in a social context that assumes we all love our family members just because they're family. So when family obligations and events roll around I'm left feeling inconvenienced and pressured, and I struggle to understand why I'm supposed to buy a bus ticket and make the 4-hour trip to stay in a cramped house with people I don't feel much for. And why I should do that three or four times over just the Christmas holidays so that I can see all sides of my family and partner's family.