We are all trapped, I think, in a box that extends to the edges of our head. It is linked to the land of infinite possibility (Or is it?) but in the end, we are all weighed down by memories, aren't we? It's a little sad. But is it, really, if we're this close to the world of the infinite? Even if the infinite doesn't exist, we can still think about it through our memories, right? I wonder if we'll ever really be free. I am sorry too.