We dropped the gear in and squeezed through the fan blades.

• +..Electro joy


• +..Electro jaz


• +.. shimmering layers of synths

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Just weeks after Julian Assange’s WikiLeaks fiasco, when he appeared in a London courtroom for disclosing government secrets, we had gained entry into a secure file-storage area and had unrestrained access to all the documents it contained. I imagined Assange would have been pleased to know this was happening; his ethos for transparency so closely aligned with ours. The event led to an interesting reflection on what it meant for us as a crew to do something purely for the joy of doing it, purely for the adrenaline rush. For what could be the historical value in seeing a shelter that was architecturally identical to the two others we had already seen, aside from the fact this one held secure files? Since many people consider urban exploration a victimless crime, I couldn’t help but wonder what the eventual consequences would be of Steel Mound finding out that their ‘secure’ file-storage area had been breached and their alarm systems proven facile. Would they have to tell their clients that there had been a potential document leak? Would they have to inventory every document in the bunker to see if something had been taken (for, surely, what else could be the motivation for such a trespass)? Given the lack of security in the bunker, for all we knew, people have been in their previously, perhaps years before us, as with Kingsway Telephone Exchange, and Steel Mound didn’t have a clue. We laughed about it for weeks,
Bradley L. Garrett.