We’ve got to deepen ourselves: that’s what this is about, our voyage underground. We’ve got to sink. There’s something to be discovered down here, for us. There’s something to be found.
It’s just another way of getting lost. We’re always getting lost, and now we’re getting more lost. Beats being up there, above ground. Beats being lost up there. At least it’s warm. At least the winds aren’t whirling. At least there aren’t snow flurries. And hail – I really hate hail.
Work in Progress 