Just as you think that, the pat of butter grows and grows and becomes
firm like it's frozen. It hovers above the ground and you test it
with your toe. It seems safe so you sit on it. Where do I want to
go? You think. Should I just go where ever it takes me or should I
choose a specific place? You must decide...
A pat of butter? You wonder to yourself. Why did Kiln just drop me
all of a sudden and leave me with a pat of butter? If only I had some
way of getting out of this place.