I don't really have one, but I've been reading this Ivan Tergenev story called Bezhin Meadows and the beginning of it sounds pretty hellish, if it were a perpetual state. See, he goes hunting in this brush area on his estate or something. He knows his way around it really well, so he's really perplexed when he suddenly finds himself somewhere completely illogical given how well he knew the place. I mean, he goes walking home and gets completely lost.
He wanders around, forever, trying to get back home, which was never hard to find, but he just ends up in vast wastelands over and over again. Deserted woods he'd never known were on his property, a marsh, meadows. And he thinks that if he just keeps walking in a certain direction he's bound to hit something, but he doesn't.
Or, at least he hasn't yet.
Cheers,
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