Day 29: El Hoyo

A feast. A decadent, scrumptious meal intricately prepared and laid out. Level 0.

The platform lowers one level at a time, and prisoners one each level have a limited amount of time to feast as the platform makes a momentary pause. If everyone only ate what they needed to survive, there would be enough food for everyone at all levels.

But greed, selfishness, entitlement. A sense of ownership. People are viscous, nasty, think of only themselves. They stuff their mouths, gorge their souls with nourishment.

On the upper levels, where food is abundant, there is a sense of comfort and stability. With full bellies, prisoners on this level are able to enjoy life’s other pleasures— lust, sex. On the middle levels, there is a level of comfort, but also something to look forward to — there will be food, but what kind of food is the question. On the lower levels, there is nothing — empty silverware, not a crumb left.

There is so much symbolism and meaning etched into El Hoyo — the characters, the items, the names, everything. More to come.