I was walking through a sewer system and everything was covered in plastic wrap - ourselves included. We sometimes had to hide in the crevices by the side to avoid the gaze of the sewer mummies. After wandering around, we finally found our way into an office. This room was also tightly coated with plastic wrap except for a small area around a glass door. As I trekked towards it, someone behind said how we might as well leave our marks on the world, or else we would harbor a future with no poets or artists.