I missed a trick.

'Welcome to the Hotel Apophenia' could've been the setup line for a riff on The Eagles and their mega platinum hit 'Hotel California'. In itself a rabbit hole, not to mention the band themselves, their influences, the album covers, the rumours about the bust that was somehow made to go away. 

Probably for the best. You can check check out whatever time you like, but if you notice the logo on the credit card looks like something from an ancient grimoire, or that wiring diagram on the side of the room heater appears to incorporate Enochian demonic sigils from works of John Dee and Edward Kelly, you can never leave.

So, what's on the menu?  Could we have kippers for breakfast? Let's start with wisdom. The path I've taken has required me to leave many of the cosy assumptions I once held. 

'Forget all you know about yourself; forget all you have ever thought about yourself; start as if you know nothing.' 

Jiddu Krishnamurti