Look down as you walk the streets of Gent and you may see the glint of their eyes … finding your heart from below.

The basements hold mysteries. They radiate darkness … or is that radiance? Maybe it’s only a root cellar, with piles of potatoes yearning for the light. Or even a crawl space. I wonder who is crawling ever forward … towards you?

Secrets of the dark want to say hello, perhaps even sucking you down through the grating for their purposes.

Will the unaware be taken into the underworld and become the subjects of … experiments? And will they survive?

Perhaps you will be accompanied as you descend. Will all the dead who ever died be eager to wrap their bony fingers around your neck?

Or will choirs of angels welcome you home?