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the one light in the darkness

I fumbled to find the light switch in the pitch black as I was on my own in the disused lift shaft this time around. The sounds of the day-to-day runnings echoed as eerie knocks in the shaft's existence. Even now, I don't understand the 'MAKE GOOD' scribbles all over the walls. It's really creepy.

 

I don't like leaning over the edge of the railing to look down the shaft because I don't like the fact it's too dark to see the bottom of it. Then there's the fact it goes a good couple of metres down into the depths of what's known as the 'station box'. It reminds me of that episode of Lost where they discover 'The Hatch' and have to climb down the ladder into the darkness. It's the same thing here, and it smells of the Thames.

 

I am so unhappy at the moment. Even my wanderings about don't seem to make me feel any better. The long walks down the corridors and up the stairways following floor plans and asking my supervisors and Russey for new routes around usually help to take my mind off things that are troubling me as well as helping me get to know the place better (as there's several hundred doors to know better), but it's just not working anymore.

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Uploaded on January 16, 2009
Taken on January 15, 2009