Closed In

The steel and glass elevators took to the 25th floor.There were others, but like zombies, we keep quiet. Once out of the elevator, silence. It was light, but a bright yellow light contrasting the white light of the outside. I walked through the doors next to the elevator. The door opened into a corridor with rows of doors on either side. Every door had a number done in steel. The electronic key system too was in metal. There wasn't a trace of human presence anywhere. A Housekeeper's Vaccum Cleaner parked in front of one of the doors, suggested that this place could have some human lurking some where. Or, perhaps it was a robotic machine that didn't need a human to operate it. Unknown faces of hundreds of widows of quarry workers seemed to mask the Pink Granite flooring. The dust from beating down the rock takes lives away before they touch 40. This could have been a jail, albeit a modern one. An hour later exiting from the central air-conditioning, to sit by the false water fall for lunch, was freedom at last. But only short lived. My drowsy eyes ensure that I go back to my cell. Reminds me of the song, "Hotel California". You can only get in, but never get out.

(as felt on 27/10/09)