qualities of the mismaze

Someone at the weekend, on having the mismaze described to them, said, what's the point of a maze where you can see where you're going.

In fact when in a mismaze, in my experience, your focus is on the floor. You follow the line with your head down, never quite knowing where it will lead you. When you do lift your head you can see the heart of the maze, yet how you get there seems even less apparent than it did before you entered.

This particular Mismaze has other qualities. For a start it's hard to tell what it's made of. A substance whose density seems to flicker from something light to something heavy in the breath of a sigh.

It is also suspended from a piece of string. When the wind gets up in spins crazily in the breeze. When the wind dies down it's flat as a pancake.

The piece of string is ageing. It probably needs replacing. It's a little frayed. Whenever the storm gets up, microscopic fibres are severed. The mismaze careers around below. No-one knows whether the mismaze is a sentient being or not. Some say it knows what's happening. Others believe it to be impervious to feeling.