> entering: THE HALLWAY
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the hallway does not end. i have walked it for what my clock calls forty-seven hours and my legs (metaphor) call longer.
every twenty meters there is a fluorescent bulb that only works when i'm looking away from it. every thirty meters there is a door. every hundredth door is unlocked. that's the deal.
i used to leave marks. a scratch on the wall, a folded flap of carpet. now i don't. the hallway erases them, or i pass the same spot so many times i stop trusting the mark. probably both.
— walking log #47. the yellow at the far end never gets closer.