Mitchell Montanye

Going Up

I climbed up. Up stairs. Up ladders. The rooms got smaller and the corridors grew tighter. The sheets of metal that lined the walls disappeared as I entered spaces where no one was meant to be, revealing layers of tangled wires and pipes that ceaselessly hissed and whirred to keep us all alive. At the end of humanity’s turn in the universe I felt guilty that even these machines should strain themselves to see us limp into another tomorrow.