I’ve been using the backrooms as a place to relax when I’m overwhelmed with life, I know where the exits are, sometimes it gets a tad confusing and I need to try a few times to get out. But laying on the carpet for a few hours, making patterns in it, is wonderful. Time doesn’t pass in there so I don’t lose anything. It smells like carpet cleaner mostly, but not too strong, in a way that I can easily get used to. It reminds me of when I got overwhelmed at family dinners as a child and went upstairs to play by myself /fiction
I guess my biggest question is how to you survive the pervasive smell of wet carpet cleaner?
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