I walked down the tunnel corridor the today, leaving the workshop. a door I'd never noticed before was open, heat and red light pouring out. I looked in because we'd never known there was something behind that wall. there was a platform and a set of stairs, leading down to a room two stories deep, at least. generators and turbines and bare bulbs, a churning hum that kept the building alive.

I read something joey wrote, about the same thing

This city doesn't seem large when you are just going from point a to point b. There are subways and constant transit and everything is laid out on a grid. I feel as though I could comfortably navigate Toronto given even the vaguest directions. I feel like I have the city under control in my head. Or I did yesterday, anyway.Today I passed the entrance to an underground parking garage. It went down four stories before it turned. A road that led down down down and then out of sight. I stopped walking and just stared. With the buildings so close around me it made no sense to be able to see that far down into the ground. I felt seasick.

I didn't feel seasick, but I'm remembering the parking garage in boston by dev and open elevator shafts, and stumbling into secrets in cities.


last night I dreamed about plymouth; there's always a room in the basement with three doors, every one of them locked.



ash @ 7:10 PM