It started as a thought.
A tiny one.
The kind that appears for a moment, crawls around inside your head, and disappears before you can give it a name.
Some thoughts die there.
Some become ideas.
Some ideas become something else.
We imagine them as tiny worms of consciousness — each one carrying us, slowly and almost unknowingly, toward something bigger.
Loofies is one of them.
A thought that somehow survived long enough to see the light.
We don't know exactly what it becomes.
Maybe that's the point.
This is an experiment in following a thought wherever it goes.
No grand direction.
No finished answer.
Just a little reminder:
don't let the light of consciousness fade.
You left the lights on.