Endings as beginnings, and beginnings as endings.

[p][/p][p]New evidence has found its way onto my desk.[/p][p]A photo of a room. A space long abandoned, long forgotten.[/p][p]Something happened here that changed the world and kept it the same. Was Occlude played in this space, many years ago?[/p][p][/p][p]I find myself reflecting.[/p][p]I've changed since throwing myself down this rabbit hole. Everything’s changed.[/p][p]Ideas once banal and spaces once empty are now pregnant with \[url=[dynamiclink][/dynamiclink]]meaning\ and energy. Everything has intention, there are no mistakes.[/p][p]I can say the same for myself. The more I learn about Occlude, the less I recognise the thoughts and spaces inside myself.[/p][p]I stare into the mirror, but am no longer sure whose face looks back.[/p][p]Something is happening. Others will soon find this game. Very soon. And I cannot protect them.[/p][p][/p][p]The world[/p][p][/p][p]is a broken machine.[/p][p][/p][p][/p][p][/p]