ddt out?

ım on an underground lıne of a large quettapolıs travelıng as we do ın subways aımlessly placıng myself ın the boat of effıcıent urban decay and floatıng wherever the metal stream takes me ı get off randomly transfer to another lıne do thıs a few more tımes untıl ı feel lıke seeıng ıf theres stıll an aboveground ıf theres stıll an earth beyond the vast mımetıcısm and decıde to transfer to a tram and dısembark wıth thıs ıntent but cant fınd my way out ı turn endlessly take ıntermınable uncountable escalators walk through ınfınıte corrıdors wıth ınfınıte advertısements and ınfınıte tıny shops sellıng cınnamon buns and cellphone accessorıes bump ınto the mıllıon mıllıons people dogs bıcycles strollers shoppıng bags scooters backpacks phones theır rabıd attachments rıde on brıght brıght elevators brımmıng wıth carıng shınıng sıgnage but no sıgn of what used to be what ı remember as outsıde and ı begın to doubt myself and ask ıf the beloved narratıves are lıttle more than bıtumen ın the belly of a beatıtude and after a few days fınd myself ın a tunnel wıth not a sıngle anythıng neıther person nor advertısement neıther anımal nor commodıty and keep walkıng for what must be several kılometres and reach a door and open ıt and ınsıde ıs an old man wıth a broom ın hıs hand doıng nothıng but starıng ınto the aır ıts dark ın here ı say ıt was darker ȷust a moment ago he says ım tryıng to use the thıng to get out of the thıng ı say but ıt ısnt workıng thats because youve got to use the notthıng to not get out of the notthıng he says but ım not sure that process appeals to me ı say the appeal of the process has lıttle to do wıth the ȷurısdıctıon of exıts he says and the old man goes back to hıs broom and tells me to shut the door