A trio of ‘confined space’ workers standing around a manhole covered by a tripod. The moments before descending beneath the rush hour. A parallel universe with the riverbed. Time governing this subterranean exploration. The pressure of space (and air), a 13 hour tide cycle, the combination of calendars. Here the surface maps of defined lines take on a different form. A dark, dangerous and orderly/chaotic world where the hard (and logical) edges are blurred over and over again.