{{metaphor about life}}

BoxJam: I often picture it as a giant house, maybe with a few different entrances...

BoxJam: There are TONS of rooms in the house, and you pick your way...sometimes a room has more than one way out, sometimes it doesn't - but you can never go backward...

BoxJam: Somewhere along, you realize that you must be at least halfway through the house, and no matter what, you can't change that...

[[Reveal that BoxJam is telling this to Little BoxJam at bedtime]]

Little BoxJam: You ever think about talking to someone besides me about this stuff, Bup?

BoxJam: ...and you hear people say they've seen windows to the outside, but you realize they're deluded or lying...