A famous form the garden takes is labyrinth, branching maze of choices. Borges, Dante, Eco, Kubrick, Chaucer. A legible, rutted set of paths—the grooves of habit, the shape of “typical”—with distinct choices, discrete choices: left or right, straight or back. Maybe the choices have been mapped from above, as in the model of the maze at the Overlook Hotel.All the value clarity of a game—clear objectives, clear rules—with all the blindness of everyday life.