only one way to find out! --jumps in, and lands in the middle of PAM--[Sy]

Description: you are... something. are you something? you don't know, as you are nothing but a thing in a place in a time that has not yet been noticed or invented, seen or eaten, drank or forgotten, loved or hated. You are the world and everything is me. You are all of us. And I am all of you. "I'm sorry." The words come out in a whisper, almost like an animal's howl. > You wake up. did you wake up? maybe you did, you wouldn't know. you're in a place, at a time. you look for the sound, the voice that cam ringing through the something, that you've just named air. The noise has stopped. are you sure it was there? maybe you imagined it, or your mind just filled in the silence. Maybe it was something else, that you heard. > You get up. everything is spinning, but is everything there? maybe you haven't even woken up yet. you wouldn't know. you look around. you're in a place, or a time, or a time in a place. Everything seems to be in order, or as it should. You can't remember the last time you felt so awake. > You have you ever felt? maybe, you don't know that though. you try to make sense of the order, that seems so chaotic. The list seems to make slightly more sense now. You remember everything now, perfectly, like something you have searched through your mind and found exactly what you were looking for. Like a book. > You like a book. The list seems to make sense now, for some reason. it's almost as if you have remembered some of the things from a book, or someone elses. you don't know where you are. you don't know when it is, you don't know who you are. but you do remember that you like a book, and there was a war, and someone fell in love. so, you look around, and try to find out what you are. you are in something you call a room, with a long cloth across it you will now call a rug. there is a chair near the window, some thing you will now call a table is near the chair. there is a mirror on the wall opposite the door. there is a picture on the wall above the mirror. the picture is of everything at once. and a clock. and you can hear music. and smell food. and taste rain. and... you are in a place, with things. and you can go out that door. > You go out the door, looking for whatever might be ahead. You go out the door, and see... nothing. You don't know what is ahead, or behind, or to the side. But you just keep walking. > You want to call out, but you don't have a voice yet. Maybe the list was right. Maybe, everything you need to know is on the list, and it is your job to find out what it is. You take a deep breath, and try to speak. > You can't speak. you give up and go back inside, and look at the list. You put your finger on the word red, and move onto the next entry. You continue down the list, slowly. each word is written in red, so that you can easily find it again. > You the list reads as follows:. THE LIST green apple book blue book black book pink book red book yellow book pink cat blue cat black cat green cat magic hat mirror hourglass you see a green apple on the table, how nice. you look at the mirror, and then back to the list. then you look again at the mirror. then you eat the apple. then you go outside, and sit by the garden. the... garden? there wasn't a garden before. how did it get there? were there three raspberries there, or just one? someone came out and sat next to you. she is pretty. she has long hair, the colour of gold. but she wasnt really there, you just made her up cuz you were lonley. alright, maybe she was there. but who is she? you find the word green on the list. maybe she is green too, like the grass. or the tree. or something. you can now speak. you try to ask her a question, but you don't know how to say it. so you show her the list. she reads it, and then reads it again, and then asks you another question. "what is this?" she ask. "a list of things i like" you say. "can you write in green?" she asks. > You say "...yes." "can you make this list bigger?" she asks. "yes" you reply, smiling. "good, can I keep it?" she asks. "why?" you ask. > You say "i mean, sure." "thank you!" she says, beaming, and gives you a little wave. you can see her more clearly now. maybe she is there, but you don't know, cuz in a flash you're back to being something. or nothing. you don't know. you are... something. are you something? you don't know, as you are nothing but a thing in a place in a time that has not yet been noticed or invented, seen or eaten, drank or forgotten, loved or hated. You are the world and everything is me. You are all of us. And I am all of you. "I'm sorry." The words come out in a whisper, almost like an animal's howl. There is a chair near the window, some thing you will now call a table is near the chair. there is a mirror on the wall opposite the door. there is a picture on the wall above the mirror.