The entrance fee was a golden coin I had exchanged for euros

At the bar. A hooded man escorted me to a door that was coin operated.

I asked him repeatedly if I was to insert my coin-from-the-bar

And he was forced to end his silence with an irritated yes, that coin.

Inside there was no music, but it felt like there should be music

A specific fairground music, which I endeavoured to play in my head

Accentuating the experience that I had paid for, not handsomely,

But with a significant enough amount that I wanted my experience

To be nuanced and to involve an appropriate soundtrack.

I slid down a slide and observed many hazards. Sharp edging

On the metal mesh constructions, low ceilings with no signs.

I could sense other people around me, so I took the most unlikely

Route I could find, round a blind corner towards a dimly lit room.

Here I considered what I wanted from this experience. Was the goal

To stay inside as long as possible, to get my money’s worth, or to

Solve the labyrinth and leave with a sense of competitive achievement?

I continued walking around and noting the hazards that I would

Recount to my friends later. A hidden step, a nail protruding

From the frame of a window that was glazed with plexiglass,

A nod to safety consciousness that made me think that

The constructors of the labyrinth had an awareness of safety

Which made their lax attitude even more significant.

Feeling my way along a wall in the dark I felt a gap

And sidestepped through it, considering that its narrowness

Represented a bias towards those of a smaller frame. Unsafe

And sizeist. The gap had a bend in it and transported me into a room

Painted white and lit by a single strip light that was flickering.

No warning sign about seizures. The floor was concrete and empty.