I feel my way through the dark and wet concrete halls of the underground tenement. No one else is here, lights out, trash scattered on the floor. I walk down the ten flights of stairs in a zen state with my hand on the railing. Once I got lost with the lights on, but now it feels like light might be a distraction from its simplistic, guttural, primordial beauty. A cold kiln. A robot's womb. Or something stupid like that.
   In the main chamber, I stand in front of the door to Maximum Thought. Blue light leaks from around the door. Rainwater trails from my shoes and long sleeve shirt. I smash the doorknob with the hammer. I step inside.