There was only a beginning, never an end.
>An office worker trapped looping his building, no matter what he does its never over
>The organisers, curators and the voice over it all, they built it up and made it but now it can never end
>A person in love with machines, so he became one with them and now roams endlessly
>A janitor who needed money, cleaning endlessly as the action never ceases
>There was the place they entered, an office but it never stops, no matter how far you venture there is no end
Never an end, only a beginning. Then over and over. A beginning of the book but the pages never stop turning.
















