The black death slide
3 years ago to the day whilst out with my camera I almost died in this building, sliding slowly but inevitably downwards as the broken boards gently gave-way – into a hole in the floor downwards through the thick silent blackness downwards into a cold black death soup. As i slid deep into the black thick liquid i reached no floor, only my left hand clutching at the hole edge kept me from slipping further to my journeys-end at bottom of the silent viscous watery debris laden shit i was about to be lost in.. There are days when I wonder what would have happened had there not been any water to break my fall. Impaled and endlessly damaged in the blackness unseen and unfound. But obviously I didn’t die, my friend managed to find me in the pitch black and hold me as I managed to somehow lever myself out… I don’t think I would have done it on my own. Death can come so easy.