catapult magazine

The end of the tunnel

by Dayton Castleman

And so, first by drawing on photographs and then by using hundreds of feet of two-inch steel pipe painted a glowing safety red as my tunnel-like lines, I began to imagine fantastic escape routes within the prison walls. They lead to nowhere, emerge from impossibly small holes, and eventually they all travel out of sight. They are futile escape attempts. They are absurd little tunnels.