Beneath decks, wandering, to ascend the scaffolding in the stair or elevator shafts, to wind up or lay extension cords, in pursuit of a hundred mislaid tools...
The Deck, pours 1, 2 and 3 complete, hoarding still up for the next, there are endless pours scheduled, and one is sometimes called to venture beneath the deck on various errands, run power, tarp shafts, check upon pumps, find an endless variety of misplaced tools...
It's a labyrinth. There are the rows of scaffolds, joists, beams, pillars, the countless 2 X 4's to trip you up, the piles of forgotten rebar, the Stygian gloom, even the safety inspectors won't venture here, there are the countless tripping hazards, the crashing of loads above decks, the coming upon huddled groups of Filipinos and Mexicans pale with cement dust crowded about the wobble lights, here to escape the and cold sop up the heat from the propane heaters...the landscape of dreams...