Edema Rue

A beautiful place with no rhyme or reason. No patterns. All the train tracks that branch off into endless possibilities. Doesn’t matter what ticket you bought; you’re not getting to your destination. And if you do end up getting there, it won’t be how you wanted it to be. It will become a place where everything is unpredictable. A place where, even if you’ve walked that same path before, you can never be quite certain it will take you to the same place. A place with an inconceivable amount of rabbit holes that you could fall into at any point in time. A place where anything and everything can lead you back to the beginning. A place that you could go, and never come back from.

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This has been a description of a platypus’ brain.

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