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- Dim, grease covered light bulbs held in place by metal cages (to
restrain them from fleeing?). Always a stretch of darkness
between the light from one bulb and the next. Occaissionally,
where sections of ramp were bolted together, slivers of light
shot up from beneath us.
- In the dark you could barely tell that the tunnel curved slowly
to the right as it made its slow descent. Nadja moved quickly
despite the darkness. I could barely keep up. Somewhere far
behind us the slow moving doors clanged shut.
- Exhaust fans, pneumatic lifts, compressed air, random fits of
distant thunder that hummed through the soles of my feet as we
raced down the ramp.
- This may have been the first time since infancy that I have been
subjected to an unfiltered assault on my olfactory senses: oil,
grease, hydraulic fluid, steam, mildew, over-cooked capacitors,
- I kept thinking there were three of us and found it jarring
when I'd realize that Nadja and I were the only ones there. "The
NeverMind." she said at one point, reading my thoughts.