To push a button. Such a simple thing. But where would it take me?

Down.

But what will be waiting for me there? Is it a place I want to go?

I thought I had hit rock bottom, but when there seemed no lower place to go, the answer is this elevator.

Down

But maybe Down is Up. The raised letters under my fingers promised escape and newness. In a life where everything is the same and without hope, any change can be good, right? Hope as a byproduct of fear.

Nothing to lose.

Down.