I listen to my dad. Not always, but often. He’s my father and I don’t want to let him down.
He told me once how to escape from any maze in the world. You just hold out your left hand, let it touch the wall by your side, and then, no matter where in the maze you are, you just follow it until you escape.
It might take a while, he said, but it’ll never let you down. Try it. Put your hand here, and start walking. Trace your fingers along the wall and follow them to freedom.
And so I tried it. I held my left hand out and placed my palm against the wall, and then stepped forward, one step, then two. On and on.
In this way I followed my father’s advice. Followed the path my finger traced along this wall. Followed the path like he said I should.
I have followed and followed and followed his loop forever. Have, in all my years, never found my way to anywhere at all.
1. Written in January 2016
2. For that Maze