A series of doors spiral in a procession before and around me.
Each gives off faint promises but there is no certainty about where they lead.
The routes overlap and interconnect - yet each door has its own particular flavour.
Tantalising - these multiple futures call our names.
'Come here' 'Join us' 'Walk this way'
The carpenter sets to work and constructs his own door.
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