In case you haven’t noticed, I’ve been trying very hard to find little things I like about this house and not just shit on it, because that’s been done to death. But this hallway? Sorry, I can’t. Yes, there is light, but sun alone does not protect our world from human suffering.
This hallway is like an abandoned museum wing after a devastating fire, or a street-level entrance to the Paris catacombs, or the path that Fortunato was led down with the promise of amontillado before descending into the depths of Montresor’s wine cellar — never to be seen again.
