Madness string 437

Random mermaid
The filesystem tree is full of holes. Walk down the branches, follow the inodes, one misstep and into the abyss we go. The leaf was not what it seemed. It was a root. The root. Another root. Tree growing out of a tree growing out of itself growing out of another tree... infinite recursion. Infinite holes.
I guess I wasn't so aware of crime then, although I did once find a thief in my garden. He told me straight away he wasn't a burglar, he was a car thief, and he'd 'just crashed a nicked car' and left his friend in the wreckage. Which explained the sirens. I gave him a cup of tea and he got a taxi home. He said he'd 'sort me out' for helping him but he never did. Probably for the best.