One knew of places in ancient Greece where the way led down into the underworld. Our waking existence likewise is a land, which, at certain points, leads down into the underworld--a land full of inconspicuous places from which dreams arise. --Walter Benjamin

Morning One/Pioneer Square/Fri March 12/6:20 am: Shortly after the blue of twilight was brightened by the surging sun into the pink of dawn, Detective Woolery and Detective Jennings, who were working off-duty for Metro Transit Police, stopped by the Pioneer Square Metro Bus Tunnel's entrance. They looked inside and observed the form of a modern man (age 52, white, 135 pounds, brown hair, hazel eyes, thin) sleeping on a mattress. "The suspect was woken," reports Detective Woolery, "warned about trespassing in the tunnel, and removed. Metro facilities responded to remove the mattress."

Morning Two/Pioneer Square/Thurs March 18/6 am: As a dust of fading stars began diluting the black of night into that bluish hue that marks the initial point at which the day begins to rise, Sgt. Bill Robertson, who was working off-duty for Metro Transit Police, came across the entrance of the Pioneer Square Metro Tunnel, whose darkened steps seemed to lead down to the underworld rather than the underground bus station. He looked inside and found a man (age 52, white, 135 pounds, brown hair, hazel eyes, thin) sleeping on a mattress. The suspect was woken and warned about trespassing in the tunnel.

Morning Three/The Tunnel/Fri March 19/6:46 am: With very little left of what was night and all of its attendant terrors, be they in the dreams of sleepers or in the vast emptiness of the naked sky, Sgt. Bill Robertson, who was working off-duty for Metro Transit Police, returned to the entrance of the Pioneer Square Metro Tunnel, whose dark recess had by now surrendered a considerable part of its inner secrets to the growing light of the dawn. Again, Sgt. Bill Robertson observed the suspect (age 52, white, 135 pounds, brown hair, hazel eyes, thin) sleeping on the ground as if he where a caveman. The suspect protested about being roused and removed from his determined place of rest but Sgt. Bill Robertson wasn't having any of it. He asked the suspect to identify himself. The suspect refused and left the entrance that leads all the way down to the bus tunnel.

Enter Day/Pioneer Square/Fri March 19/7 am: As the man (age 52, white, 135 pounds, brown hair, hazel eyes, thin) made his way into the day, above him a descending jet plane made its way to the end of a transpacific flight. From this plane, the pilot and passengers could see the sun rising above the range of volcanoes that stretch from Canada to Oregon. Beautiful for those who are on the ground, from the sky these volcanoes look like the ossified spine of a monstrous dinosaur that once lived in the land before time.