IKtW 01

This 12-page story is mostly just an excuse for doing some daily sketching. I hope you enjoy it.

Additional pages are posted in the IKtW collection.

P.S. This page has too much text.

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I know the way through the shortcut.

It's dangerous, and I've heard that one wrong turn gets you lost forever. No, that's not right. I couldn't have heard that. Because I don't know anyone else who KNOWS. But people somewhere, someWHEN, have been here. There are signs of use scattered about. There are signs of people from many ages of history -- people who used the paths, and people who tried to seal themselves away from it. But the paths get into you. You can't un-see them; you can't "un-know." You can't forget about them because you dream of these routes every night for the rest of your life!

For me, the path starts in the small bedroom with dark paneling. The light needs to be off. Beside the dresser drawers, built into the wall, is a small storage cubby. Once inside, the path goes up.

It goes up and turns to the left. The way is claustrophobic and blocky, like climbing through ductwork. It's awkward climbing from a cramped cube of a cave-ledge to the next segment. And to the next and next in the dark -- always the dark in this part. I emerge into a matching room much like the first, climbing out through the cubby beside the drawers. This is NOT the first room. This is not my home. I don't know who, if anybody, lives here. I've never SEEN anyone here, but I did hear footsteps from behind the door, once.

I left in a hurry.Dec 26, 2021

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Western North Carolina

Naturalist, photographer, storyteller, old-guy