I’m falling into the hole in the ground, diving, jumping. It doesn’t have a depth. There is no bottom, but the walls fit perfectly around me, cementing me in this place so that I never slip. I am an edition onto its very being. I am meant to be here. It was built so that I am here. When it breathes, I feel it. I feel the shudder, the contraction. It grows, shrinks, constructs, collapses. It feels. I feel. I feel and I know. This is here to have me in it.
