"Itchy in the Red Room"

#0024. He is like me. He wants there, so much, to be some sort of meaning. He has traveled to hell to find it. The Red Room, he thinks, might be a place of meaning. It feels bigger than him. It feels like a place where secrets are entombed. To his naked eyes, there is nothing there. But that only makes the prospect of secrets loom larger. He wonders if he can make secrets appear from his will alone.