Excerpts from
Another Metamorphosis and Other Fictions
By Villy Sørensen
Labyrinth
It was underground, and you had to fear that the earth would fall in on top of you, at any rate there were already holes in it, where else would that bit of light be coming from that allowes you to see a hand in front of you, but no farther, not as far as you could feel with your hand, the bumpy walls on both sides and nothing ahead, and there was nothing else to do but walk farther along the narrow passage, but sometimes there was suddenly no wall in any direction and you stood there having to make a choice without having any real choice, because of course you couldn´t see where the side passages would lead. A labyrinth? And sometimes there was an abrupt dead-end wall in front of you and no way out in any direction, and then there was nothing to do but go back again - there was just enough room to turn around - and look for a side pasage, maybe one of the places where you chose the wrong one before. Of course I had a dream that everything would suddenly be open and bright. A dream within a dream? A dream about thought processes.
From: Villy Sørensen: Another Metamorphosis and other fictions
Fjord Press, 1990
Translated by Tiina Nunnally and Steve Murray
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