Poet Ander Monson before a projector screen. On the screen, a picture of a maze appears.
A statue of a minotaur.
Back to the maze.
Back to the minotaur.
A statue of a person holding a large circular labyrinth. Text, which leads us to another.
A crude drawing of a labyrinth -- a scribbled spiral. Text, and another.
Text, until we might have to consult our surf histories or close our browser tabs or just shut the whole thing down to get back to where we started into this tiny odyssey.
Text, Then we believe in the labyrinth.
A picture of the maze from before, close up and from the side. Text, you know the labyrinth with its walls and twisty little passages.
A picture of an endless hall leading into the shadows. Text, you know the labyrinth.