Simone Carpenter

The Dark

The Dark. It's been 469 days. Down where the light never reaches. But up there, on the surface, the sunlight hasn't shone either. We count the days just as we did before, by the hours that pass, but without day and night, time feels different. It feels longer, restless, unending. One day runs into the next and months blend into one another. Without seasons or any change down here, time feels constant. Like we’ve been living in one long nightmare.