Kris’s Research Journal | Undated Entry > The more I read, the more I lose track of where it started. > > There’s no real first page. No gate. Just scribbles, crossings, rebuttals, post-thoughts written with disdain for the original thought. > > > It’s a haunted forest. > > The kind that looks small from outside. But once you step in, there’s no edge. The paths repeat. Trees rearrange behind your back. > > No footprints hold. > > > I was told to read it backwards. > > But what if the beginning doesn’t exist anymore? > > What if she has cut it out herself? Not out of secrecy, but because it rotted first? > > But what is the forest? > > A system? A mind palace? > > Or just the only shape she had to house the versions of herself she couldn’t live with? [[Iris - the secret of body]] [[🪐Site/Theatre/An Apple, A Riddle]]