You’re standing on a desert island, no help to be seen. Food is scarce, and you’re thirsting for water. You hear rustling bushes and you hold your breath, afraid of what is to come next. Your heart is beating in your ears and frantic music begins to play. You’re confused as to where this music is coming from. You focus back on the rustling bush, and the music is getting louder. You notice you don’t remember how you got here. In fact, where exactly are you? Welcome, you have made it into my mind.

Kindly, dust your feet at the door.