In between

Remember when you were young? You used to thread carefully, minding all the edges, all the cracks - not to step on them. As if something bad would happen were you to step wrongly, were you to transgress.

But you listened to another voice then, weren't you? Not yours. Yours is buried deep inside you and it comes back to life now.

...

And it draws you to the tiny crack, closer and closer. It was small and black like any crack in the sidewalk or in between the cobblestones. But now it is big, close and brighter than the stones or the asphalt. And it glows softly, an orange beautiful glow. And you can touch it - it's warm. And you can dive into it... There's a whole universe beyond the rules. There's Alice and its Wonder Land.

And then there is rules again. Your rules.

Until the next crack you meet.