Italo Calvino said: The more enlightened our houses are, the more their walls ooze ghosts.
I walked throughout the night without sleeping. I found my house. It was moved to a strange empty field with a forest in the background. Who would do such a thing? Steal and gut my house and leave me the empty safe?
It doesn’t matter, though. What matters is that I found the house and now have a roof over my head. I feel strangely not alone. There is now someone else’s presence here. I can feel it.
I found several mathematical equations written on my walls that may be clues. I will share them here with you. Perhaps you are familiar with them. That would be helpful. I myself find them confusing.
where σ=1,2,…,k; λ=k+2,k+3,…,k+n.
This last equation was right above where my kitchen sink used to be.
I am now looking to plan my route to the wizard. I cannot know both time and position exactly. But I need to be as accurate as possible or he will escape me.
My hope is that the path I am following will actually bring me to the right place. Image credit: “love Don’t live here anymore…” – © 2009 Robb North – made available under Attribution 2.0 Generic