"Which way should I go?" The mushroom asks itself.
It seems to be lost to locate a rabbit hole -a hole of possibilities.
It seems to have forgotten to keep day-dreaming; never stops, no matter how hard the previous thump was, or the next one will be.
Rabbit holes are here and there. They are not visible to only those who are clever or competent, like the Emperor's new clothes.
How great the fun is to find people talking English, Finnish, Norwegian, Portuguese, B. Malaysia, Mandarin and so on inside these holes.
All of them have the head of mushroom shape.
