I walk down the corridor, but the walls are made of glass. All around me are people struggling in a labyrinth of glass. They will never find a way out because my corridor runs right through the middle of the labyrinth. I am the only one who walks inside this tunnel, there are no windows or doors, just a way in at the start and a way out at the end. I notice that above and below there are more labyrinths, like a multi level building of glass. Many of the people wandering the Labyrinth around me walk with purpose, some walk with care attempting to draw some sort of map or way finding system. I pass a dead end where someone sits crying. I keep walking, unable to do anything. I pass a passionate couple kissing in the middle of a tunnel. Two storeys further down a kid points and them and giggles. I keep walking and the people around me get fewer. I pass a fox who quickly slinks behind a corner hoping it will hide him, but the glass is unforgiving. I walk on and on.
Corridor - Glass
I walk down the corridor, but the walls are made of glass. All around me are people struggling in a labyrinth of glass. They will never find a way out because my corridor runs right through the middle of the labyrinth. I am the only one who walks inside this tunnel, there are no windows or doors, just a way in at the start and a way out at the end. I notice that above and below there are more labyrinths, like a multi level building of glass. Many of the people wandering the Labyrinth around me walk with purpose, some walk with care attempting to draw some sort of map or way finding system. I pass a dead end where someone sits crying. I keep walking, unable to do anything. I pass a passionate couple kissing in the middle of a tunnel. Two storeys further down a kid points and them and giggles. I keep walking and the people around me get fewer. I pass a fox who quickly slinks behind a corner hoping it will hide him, but the glass is unforgiving. I walk on and on.
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Corridor - Face Doorways
I pass through multiple rooms, each a different size but always either perfectly square or rectangular. At the beginning and at the end of each room is a doorway. I am very aware of the fact that I enter through one door and leave through the other. This is then mirrored in the next room. As I open each door I look at the face that is on the door. Each is different. Most are at eye height or close to it. One or two are close to my feet, others are in the top corners. Most are cared out of the wood of the door. A couple are out of ceramic, marble, granite, metal and one is out of glass. Each face has its eyes closed but I still feel like it is watching me from the other side of the door. When I leave a room I can never see the back of the door as I pass through it as I am always looking at the next door in the room, straight ahead of me. I pass through hundreds of rooms. Faces of every race and age. Famous faces I recognize and others I don’t. Batman’s Joker is upside down and grins at me as I pass. A pretty woman’s face is crying, staining the wood and leaving trails. Each room has a different floor, walls and ceiling. None however have lighting, I can see clearly though as if it’s daylight. Plush carpets, dirt floors, cold stone and warm wooden planks. Medieval scenes painted into the plaster walls, velvet tapestries, elaborate wallpapers, plain concrete… I pass through every room in the world. Corridor - The Ladder
I’m climbing a Ladder that never ends. At times mine is the only ladder, sometimes there are many other ladders that I pass, but they are always just out of reach. I start underground, but pass huge bookshelves and incomplete structures as I climb. I get the strange feeling that I am climbing upside down. I picture the world spinning around me, turning up to down and I get dizzy. I cling to the Ladder and after a few breaths it passes. I continue climbing. At first it was a sturdy timber ladder but gradually it changes to a metal one that clangs with each step. I pass through a fog which makes it hard to know if I am still underground or in fact up in the clouds. I climb through water, coming up in an underground lake. Strange lighting is cast by the disturbed water. I continue climbing up. Corridor - Desert Sands
I walk along a corridor, my feet sink into soft warm sand. The walls of the corridor are thin red/brown fabric like a tent. The fabric blows in the wind so at times I can see miles ahead and other times the fabric presses against me, so it feels like I am wrapped up in a curtain. As I walk the sand becomes cold and then slowly warmer again. Sometimes the floor is firm as sandstone and other times wet and makes sucking sounds as I lift my feet. Sometimes the wind sounds almost like whispers of people walking past but I cannot make out the words. It gets dark and I think I hear people or animals move through the sand beyond the fabric walls. I walk in almost full darkness, only the fabric guiding me down the path. Something warm nudges me and I almost fall, but then it's gone and I don't hear anything other than my own breathing and beating heart. At times the fabric is thick wool/canvas, rough against my bare arms, other times it is thin and almost see-through. For a few kilometers the fabric is thick velvet like that of theatre stage curtains. It is so heavy that when it brushes against me it almost feels like I am in a crowd of many people wearing Velvet clothing who bump up against me. But eventually the sun rises (on the same side as it set) and the fabric is soft cream coloured cotton and the sand is made of small rough rocks. I wonder what would happen if I ripped my way out of the corridor, but I never do. Corridor - On the Roof
I’m walking along old rooftops that reach into the distance. I weave between church clock towers and chimneys. As I walk I pass many rooftop gardens or small spaces with a bench or sand pit. As I walk the roofs around me grow, they reach up either side of me. for each set of houses I pass, each gains an extra storey. There is graffiti on the roofs next to and under me. It grows darker as the roofs close in over my head. Balconies 2 storeys above me reach across the pathway I am on and leave no view of the sky. I am in a corridor with roofs on all sides leaving a small forgotten path that I walk. Sometimes I hear noise from behind a roof, or a wall is warm to the touch. Behind them live families that have forgotten what is beyond their outside walls/roofs. As I walk the path begins to spiral, the ground slowly shifting to become a wall and further the ceiling. I stroll down the corridor and sometimes slide when the ground isn’t flat anymore. Eventually I cannot tell which way is up or down because when everything around you statically spins, how do you know it’s not just your own gravity shifting. I walk on… Corridor - Doors
I’m in a staircase/door labyrinth where I have to keep opening doors to progress forwards. Where there are doorways to open, each door has someone’s face on it. The face defines how the rest of the door looks. The face is always the same, but with different expressions and different ages. The sad door is made of whitewashed timber with a broad Frame, the angry door is our of hammered metal with great big hinges that look as though they came from a medieval castles entrance gate. Bright orange plastic with an orange peel texture shows the surprised face where as the tired face has multiple frames and a shrunken door speckled with decorative nails and buttons. Corridor - Mirrors
I am in a corridor and I walk along it, there are doors all along the walls and even though I know what is behind each door they are all locked to me. As I walk along, the doors turn into mirrors and in every mirror I am reflected as someone else. At first it is simply me if my parents had made different decisions. Me as a doctor, me as a biologist, me in Cuba, me as a teacher in France, me as an overweight but happy baker…. Eventually they reflections’ show completely different people, me if I had been a male, if I had been born centuries earlier or later…. If my parents had been from different ethnicities; an Asian me, Spanish me, American me, African me etc. The mirrors begin to get overgrown with vines, these turn into plant stickers as I walk along this endless curving corridor. I walk and reach the end that is just an opening with a diving board, I dive off without hesitation, but never reach the water. |
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