Funny thing about elevators. We step inside without thinking... Worst is when one stops. Dead air. Like a coffin. Box you can’t leave. Nobody hears you. Childhood fear in stainless steel
Perfect absurd life. Elevators, coffins, inboxes, platforms… different boxes, same story. We step in willingly, trust the system, push the button, wait. The horror isn’t the elevator shrinking , it’s realizing most of us are already riding ours down, door by door, living horror unknowingly. Modern Kafka, indeed….
David! Why did you stay there as the walls keep closing in, especially as the doors kept opening on each floor (up to a point.) I would have been out of there so quickly man.
A nice piece Sal, good morning read with my coffee
This is so good. You have a way with words my friend.
Perfect absurd life. Elevators, coffins, inboxes, platforms… different boxes, same story. We step in willingly, trust the system, push the button, wait. The horror isn’t the elevator shrinking , it’s realizing most of us are already riding ours down, door by door, living horror unknowingly. Modern Kafka, indeed….
Some coffins we walk into willingly!
David! Why did you stay there as the walls keep closing in, especially as the doors kept opening on each floor (up to a point.) I would have been out of there so quickly man.
A nice piece Sal, good morning read with my coffee