After the graffiti onslaught, we went down again, grubby heartfelt treatise on war, entropy, and famine smearing the Tunnel. Demanding we had a motivation to continue in the face of cataclysmic boredom. We were told to follow the Tunnel, it would provide purpose and certitude. It was the time between those events that really got to us. The space between petty events was the mind killer.