In Search of Lost Tunnels
The following weekend, I returned to the storage lockers with my partner, Blair. Upon arriving, we removed the picnic table and wooden chairs and machinery and placed it all on the gravel road that ran through the facility. Blair climbed in first, swinging their legs through a hole in the rafters and rifling through box after box. Forty minutes passed, and I despaired at the sight of them, how intrepid they looked, the hope with which they pursued the mission. Soon this despair transformed into anger, a propulsive anger that thrust me back into the work.
Morley Musick·Jun 11, 2026