An oubliette is a dungeon with only one entrance at the top. I imagine a dungeon under the ground. In the shaft of light streaming in from the trapdoor above I see beautiful fungus growing from the walls and trickling water cascading gently over it. It’s a cool dank place smelling of rich soil and worms. It feels fertile. As I curl up in here I imagine the birth of ideas blooming in vibrant colours against the darkness of my otherwise still mind.