On Tubes

by johannespunkt

You count them carefully, and you find out there are more tubes feeding you than there are tubes draining you. They are thin and black, but you can see movement in them if you squint and stare long enough. You follow the thickest one to a wall, with bricks and mortar. The wall isn’t feeding you. It must be something else. The other tubes start to tug if you spend too much time at the wall, so you go back to the middle of the vast room. Tomorrow you will find out where one of those draining tubes go. Yeah.