Sometimes I ask myself the question, “why?” Why do I keep searching? Why do I keep looking? Why do I keep trying? I always have the same answer, “I’m not sure.” Maybe it’s human curiosity, maybe it’s the longing to escape, or perhaps it’s the loneliness.

I don’t know how it happened, the “great” May Lilac, stuck eternally on this labyrinth. The voices say there’s an exit, but I feel like I’v...