Minotaur

Lately, our conversations feel like navigating a labyrinth. One way in, one way back. But guess what? There's a minotaur in here, and every turn of phrase leads me closer to the center. Like any good Theseus, I come prepared with my ball of string. Only...is someone running around in here with scissors? One way in, always forwards, always down. No way back now. But silly me, mixed up again: I've been the minotaur all along.