![]() ![]() And already there’s this weird kind of layering where I realize I should talk more about the metaphor of rain which is so important in Volume 1, and yet I am in the forest. Or, to put it as Danielewski does: “It’s a very bizarre conversation we’re having because, in some way, you’re talking to me about Volume 1, and I’m talking to you about Volume 2. An enigmatic billionaire enlists the help of a poverty-stricken recovering drug addict. A pair of scientists hides out from an ambiguously malicious organization. A young gang member heads out on an assignment. A little girl barrels into the torrent to save a hurt cat. Despite the downpour, though, the world positively bustles. Outside the forest, where I am, it’s raining. Though the forest comes from his own imagination, it seems to act independently, as if attempting to enfold him in its many layers. Tired and a bit tense, he navigates through the prickly pine needles and the rustling leaves, mining the tugging roots and the looming canopy for the connections only his mind sees. ![]()
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