People move through this tunnel very quickly because it is often smelly.
I think it’s a good place for thinking slowly while you look at the tiles go from blue to red and red to blue
Damp, cold, aging walls. Unidentifiable echoes. Feeling like you’re being swallowed by a worm. An urban cave, I guess. One near my house has train tracks — I love the tame thrill of having a locomotive run over me.
