I think that I’d like to make one perfect dungeon. A cave system of my own design, hand-carved, a perfect monument to my own hubris. Populated with the living visages of our unnamed fears, the shadows of everything we thought we had conquered. As beautiful and dangerous a place as human hands can manage. I’d like to wrap it up in paper and glue, and at the bottom I’d put death itself in all its inevitability.

EDIT: i didn't expect anyone other than my friend to see this so, hey cohost people! this is a quote from my friend's zine. you can get the zine here: https://s-jared.itch.io/anti-sisyphus-omnibus