Day:	10,911
	Time:	03:45
	Zone:	Sustainable Growth

Dark:

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.

Long:

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.

Loud:

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.

Strong:

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, ozone.

Creepy:

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.