“It’s a crooked, looping, labyrinthine story.
You walk into the maze, pick a path, and follow it as far as you can,
until you hit a dead end. You realize: no, that’s not it; or that was
partially right, but not entirely. Or maybe you don’t hit a wall – maybe
you make it all the way through the exit, but then you start wondering
if there are other paths that would have worked too. You realize you
haven’t figured out the entire maze yet, and that’s your goal. You want
to know the whole of it. So you keep going back to the beginning. Or to
a beginning, anyhow. The fiendish thing about this particular maze is
that there are so many different beginnings, and an infinite number of
possible places to end. “ – The Suicide Index, Joan Wickersham