[Nightwane]

I first entered the tunnel on the 10th of July 1985. It was a sunny day, just a few rolled-out wispy clouds, and I was wearing my best suit. I saw the entrance and went in - simple as that. I had nothing else to do; I was bored. That was fifteen weeks ago and guess what? I'm lost - it's so bleeding dark in here, that's the problem. But I'm not alone - oh no, there must be hundreds, perhaps thousands, down here with me. We all mill around and bump into each other in the darkness. And the stench of a thousand unwashed bodies hangs in a thick fog. That's city dirt fanny. I walk for at least eight hours every day but I've still never seen even the slightest glimmer of light that would tell me I was nearing the end of the tunnel. Most of the others are content to just walk on the spot and hum to themselves, but I still make the effort. Hoping that one morning I will wake up in the sun with the sky blue above me and be clean again. But I know I'll never be clean again.