death awaits you all
Most of them stand on the steps in front of the doors for some time before making their decision.
Marking the the obvious differences and missing the subtle ones.
(The bunny is the most obvious difference. The hand-drawn bunny sitting patiently beneath a shining sun, distracting from the fact that the doorknobs do not match, that only one door has a mail slot, that the doors themselves are painted two slightly different shades of black, one glossier than the other.)
Most take their time, but some choose quickly, as though they already knew which door they wanted before they arrived.
There are all kinds of seekers, drawn to the doors for their own private reasons, on their own personal quests.
Businessmen in suits and small children in striped socks.
Bike messengers and conquistadors and leaflet-carrying proselytizers.
But they always choose the bunny door.
And they’re always wrong.
About flax-golden tales. Photo by Carey Farrell. Text by Erin Morgenstern.
