It is easy to get lost in the underworld. These words inscribed on the gates the entrance to a garden that wants me to stay a labrynth i’ve heard it called the people I pass look stranger and stranger don’t turn back. don’t turn back. the underworld is not so underworldy it feels like— don’t turn back. don’t turn back. she calls for me i need to find her they told me to go they told me not to— don’t turn back. don’t turn back. don’t look back. she’s behind me. is she? do i keep going? am i assured she’s there? Eurydice? are you there?