I found an underground passageway by Mont Royal Street. There was a wooden sign in the shape of an arrow that I had accidentally disconnected. At the entrance, there was some type of obscure market. Suddenly, the room looked more like a classroom. A bunch of business-looking people came in; apparently, they meet once a month. They handed out a book called Flail. It had some bubble quotes in it; The cover looked like Betonarmée t-shirt design.

I ventured out and said, “Fuck that.” I continued down the halls, which eventually turned into tunnels. There was a weird wall with black, white, and red markings, and through that opening there were silver staircases that entangled into each other. I took a photo with my phone, and a man came and told me that  I wasn’t allowed to do so. I said I’d delete the photo, but he told me not to open my phone. I asked what this place was about, and he didn’t answer. I asked what else was there, and he repeated that I shouldn’t open my phone.

The tunnel stretched from Mont Royal to a new metro I’ve seen that doesn’t exist. It must stretch all the way to Jean-Talon. It started near where the old Vice was, near St. Laurent. I thought about using this tunnel in the winter to walk through. I also thought about exploring it further…