Why is the mental spiral within you emerging on-and-off, telling you that something is missing despite your having immersed in the unexpected little-happiness-sparkle of a routinised Saturday perfectly within the reach of your capability; how is it that you feel uncharacteristically excited, not knowing how to distinguish it from uneasiness which you somehow know as merely a substitute for failing to mentally locate this profound feeling, particularly when reading that dystopian graphic novel, giving commands to the protagonist in that post-apocalyptic video game, or walking on the edge of the city sensing only quietness and empty roads; what is the nature of those shadow voices under the currents of your thoughts and the fixed voices you feel you have been fed, driving you restless and leaving you the invisible clusters of suffocation and void in the chest, respectively; who really are you outside of the success, numbers and all related quantifiable data, either in the positive or negative territory, that define your existence; when did you stop to bother letting the questions in your head out, but instead swallow them into bloating gas of triviality locked in your system for the sake of convenience as questions don't matter in bettering anything anymore?Indulge in the mental maps of Kerrep Card questions in the domains of closer simulations of history, mythology, original religion, the supernatural, diseases, and the trio of esotericism, consciousness, DNA that will catapult you to dive deeper into the realm of your deeply-hibernating questions. Picture the contracts you have signed with your emotions partially melting in the space where realness and unrealness converge, giving way to voice variants that are your assistants to edging closer to truthful, instead of perceived reality.

Step-stone through the questions to steer to these missing puzzles in you and away from their absences that are the ten-thousand tentacles of the adrift state. .