on a steep hill - something indeterminate peeks out of the forest, a building or its shadow. I scramble up the steep slope, the wet leaves underfoot treacherously slipping away. Two steps forward, one back. My breath is getting short, but I give it a go. The door is wide open, open so long that no one remembers to close it. Inside, a circular space burrows into the ground, a cold reinforced concre...Show More ▾