what a surprise! - NO TUNNEL! - it looks as if we opened a door and entered a room, a chamber, a space, going through no corridor, no hall – BOOM! and we are in the WHITE DUNGEON – well, I'm not so sure if “dungeon” is the right word, probably it is not, but I will use it since it is somehow related to tunnels, although the space we have just entered has nothing to do with a tunnel – we are in the space which seems to have no walls, no limits, no borders, no edges, no niches, no aisles, no bays, no corners – just a huge, homogenous, vast space – so, it seems to have nothing common with neither tunnels, nor dungeons, except for one thing: you really can feel imprisoned in this limitless space – it's strange, yet very interesting, that vastness and limitlessness can be so claustrophobic - I don't know either, if the word vast is the proper one – with no doubt this space is not small, but is it really vast and huge? - some say it is not so vast and can be crossed quite easily from one edge to the other with no special effort, but nothing is said about these edges: where we should look for them, what they are like, if they are walls or abrupt slopes or just a simple barrier; nothing is said about how long it took to reach these edges, whether it was tiring or exhausting, whether it was just a walk or maybe they had to crawl in the very end of their expedition, or maybe they went there by bicycle... as if the expression quite easily was clear enough and contained all necessary information and needed no further explanations, interpretations, consultations – the others say this space can be grasped in no way meaning they themselves can't grasp it, that it's out of their control, that they go and go and go and go and go and nothing happens, there's no end, no end can be seen, no end can be imagined, no end can be thought of, and they feel like going round, making circles, or just mincing without moving forward, so why they are so tired, so exhausted? why they are ready to give up? why they feel defeated? - and between these extreme evaluations there are plenty of medium and mixed ones; although the word plenty causes the same problems as the word vast, listing them has no sense – however, if somebody listed these problems, and was enough patient to study them, and would keep the mind sharp enough till the end, and the ability to combine and join things which seem to be impossible to be combined and joined, or to synthesize, was not suppressed by the surfeit of insignificant details, then he would notice, or could notice, two observations mentioned in each report, two threads always present: one very clear and easy to be followed, another rather unclear, weak, fragile, worn-out – the first one concerns the lack of hills and valleys, in fact the lack of any uneven, not smooth surface; nobody tells about climbing or slipping down, nobody stumbles due to bumps or holes or stones sticking up; however we wouldn't find in these reports any statements referring directly to flatness, nobody mentions a smooth, or even perfectly smooth surface, so smooth and flat that slippery, which could be supposed to be the accident similar to sliding on a polished floor – the other thread refers to rectangularity, but if flatness, evenness and smoothness are referred to directly, the rectangularity is only suggested, is a vague outline somewhere in the background, results indirectly from the statements about straight line edges, as well as from very rare suppositions that the edge finally reached by somebody might have a shape of a corner – in fact there is the third thread, so vague, that it can hardly be consider a thread, however these sporadic and unclear remarks are worrisome enough, and they should not be neglected, although there is nothing alarming and fascinating in observations indicating that a flat surface is not ideally flat, and smoothness of this surface is sometimes disturbed almost imperceptibly – what can be more obvious that impossibility to achieve the state of ideal perfectness? - and one thing more: the lack of thread about capacity, about the volume; nobody says absolutely nothing about the height, about the ceiling, about the vault, about anything that might be above one's head, as if this space has infinite capacity, or has no capacity at all, it means capacity which can be felt physically, can make us feel suffocated - - - - - so, the word dungeon is absolutely inadequate – this place seems to be the opposition, the inverse of a dungeon, nobody be imprisoned, detained, kept in it, since one can go anywhere, in any directions, however the lack of limits and boundaries can cause slight concern, and, paradoxically, the feeling of imprisonment – this slight concern can be alarming; isn't this light-hearted term covering an awkward fear that we feel in the case of infinity as suppressing as the crampedness of dark wet burrow? - maybe this is an ideal dungeon: how can you run away from the space where there are no sides and directions? so, maybe it's better not to enter this space, maybe it's better to retreat, to step back, until we have not yet trespassed the threshold, and our hands still can feel so familiar and friendly materiality of the door <<<<