The closer I get, the more the buzzing becomes a sound.

As I cling to the link, I look around, looking for the source in the network of roads, and I stare for a moment at the immense web: I wonder how it all came about. I don’t think it is a mistake.

Maybe it’s an old, abandoned site | I say to myself, left in here without anyone knowing. Every link is bound to lose its reference over time: there would be nothing unusual about that.
A simple wreck, meaningless words, forgotten somewhere on an always-on computer with no users.

But that’s not what it’s about, I think. Each page has only one link, two at the most, and they all stay inside this bubble. There’s no way out, except for the link that brought me in here.

No, I don’t think it’s a mistake.

I got here, the sound is loud and clear although I can’t figure out what it is. There’s a door on the
404 page in front of me.