I don't suppose anyone knows if it ever stops being cold here.

TO Mister Reginald L. Theophilus III ( Read more... )

Let's pretend, for a moment, that this place makes sense, which is a dreadful thing to want to do, I shall confess, because one simply shouldn't need to pretend a place is sane. It's quite a silly place, really, but there must be something here that makes everything better, or something marvelous to make it less frightening. I fear I may be a ( Read more... )

Oh...

I have finally procured a tea pot, now if only I could find appropriate tea. This town continues to grow more and more curious the longer I stay here. The amount of people who are entering this strange place is a positively delightful number. I find myself growing more intrigued each and every day. I don't suppose it would hurt to try and find a ( Read more... )

OH!

I shall never get this right. Really, who thought it was a good idea to make things 'pre-programmable'. Why can't one simply do things for oneself here? All I wanted was a cup of tea to calm my mind and there isn't a tea kettle insight. Everything here is very odd, and I don't think I shall ever properly adjust to it all.

I would like to make it clear that I am not the least bit mad, but could someone tell me where I am?

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