there's a comfort in the back hallways of big buildings
being the organic thing in the rectangulated world, the rat in the maze
schools, hospitals, hotels, casinos, offices
buildings that are forests inside, with their own too-perfect weather, their own unblinking suns
their own bright glens and dark trails
and when you are alone at the furthest end of the darkest trail
the locked doors to forgotten rooms
close in like the trunks of great trees