You wake up in a dimly lit room. The light is emitting from a candle that has been placed in the center of the room. There is nothing eerie about your whereabouts. You have been in this room from the very beginning and you know every crack and detail in there. The darkness feels comforting. Across the room is a door. It too has been there all this time but you never managed to open it. There is no handle, no lock and you do not have the slightest clue what will cause it to open.
Also placed in the room is a television that has a library of 25 movies. All different genres. They can only be watched in sequence though and you never managed to reach the 25th film. One day, you decide that you’re going to sit through all of them. The first few are hard to get through because you’ve seen them so many times. The rest manages to surprise you. You cry. You laugh. You remember you still have emotions. When you finally mange to reach the credits of the 25th film, you feel incredibly empty. Your achievement seems rather pointless, yet you feel somewhat satisfied.
Just when you reach out to turn off the television the door across the room opens. You decide to walk out the room and you enter a hallway. The door behind you closes and locks. There is no way back. You can only go forward. After the first few steps the hallway is brightly lit. You strain your eyes. The hallway seems to never end and all you can see are an endless stream of doors. It feels frightening. All you can do is start opening some of them. You’re afraid you’ll get lost and have no assurance you’ll ever find your way out. But the more rooms you go in the more the maze starts to make sense. Persevere. With each door you open, you are starting to feels more determined. You think back of your life in the dimly lit room start to cherish how secure you felt in there. You always wondered what was beyond the door and now you are in the beyond, you are not sure where you need to go.
All the exploring has made you tired and you decide to lie down in one of the rooms. You start to cry out of desperation. You’re hoping for someone to appear that will show you the way. A way out. But that person might never reveal himself. Just when you started to doze off you hear a voice in the distance calling your name. You stand up and start walking towards it, a wailing crescendo. Each step you take feels forced. Almost as if you’re being pushed. You don’t complain since you’re moving again. You’re not sure how to feel about all this. All you can do is to keep on moving and to let it all happen. There has to be a way out of this maze.