Another John Harding cover
I hang suspended surrounded by an immense black nothing, a living breathing creature in a dead world. Ice seeps through my warm flesh, John’s bubbles rush tickling past my body racing for the surface. I long to follow but continue moving down this huge intestine toward the very bowels of the earth.
I swim down the shaft of light, it is my guide. It leads through the darkness, it becomes my whole life, this pale, cold beam shining from a molten sun.
It is my umbilical cord to the living earth, without it I would be lost; I would perish, for I am trespassing in the sterile depths of the Sunshine Hole. Valerie Taylor.