orngshrk

*walks out on to the stage, lights all dramatic like. the barker walks
in to the center ring. he takes position somewhere in the upper left
quadrant and chooses a contrapposto pose. except he cannot look the
audience in the eye, looking down towards the center of the
ring. strategically long hair and a fancy top hat covers his face

welcome, to the meta theater playhouse! please don't mind our poor
formatting and lazy css, we are open during construction- not that we
ever plan on finishing…

*his speech trails off, not that his voice was noticeable in the first
place. so quiet, so monotone.

take a look inside, and wander round. try to get lost, try to get
out. not much here yet. see what you can find. some lost fool's random
notes and ramblings
? an attempt to reach outside his head? oh the
horror! oh the tragedy! another pitiful attempt at humor? or a
justification for a sorry existence? self-decrepation as a defense
mechanism?

you'll just have to find out for yourself. i sure don't know what i'm
talking about. let the horrors begin! the horrors of a mind trapped
within a mind, looking at itself looking outside itself at a
reflection of itself. trying to escape the metaphors and idioms, to
speak plainly about something that everyone else probably already
figured out a long time ago. the only twist here is how out of touch
this mind really is.

*the barker bows, sweeping the cane in his right hand across the
ground as his arm crosses his chest. his hat falls from his
head.

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Figure 1: Map of Nodes