Number three in my series One Year Under The Earth, reflections of my year living in a cave house. At this point I felt, well, submerged. Trapped in a sense, but still not looking for the way out, only feeling like I had lost myself somewhere along the way, surrounded by a life that wasn’t feeling like it should have felt. The ways out are there in the ladders, the choices are there in the chessboard, but I’m powerless to see them.