Wells - Day 51

And we continue to descend into the endless well of darkness. The small, fragile, spiral wooden staircase leading forever downward. Each step disappears into the nothing as we lift our feet from it. The light above dwindles, we soon forget what light even looked like. This damp dark place is now all we know. One thing can remind us, though. The well's bucket can retrieve us from the depth and return us to the surface, if only we could find it. At times it seems that we can see it, but it is merely that we have hoped for it so much that what was there was just as much nothing as there had always been. And so we walk downward, ever downward into the well, trying to remember from where we came. And waiting for the bucket, to save us from the well.