FOOD, PRAYER AND MOBY
Remko Tanis • 11 December 2018
Not all roads to Milan are glamorous.
This one is a pedestrian tunnel under the Swiss A2 motorway, just shy of the Alps.
It gives you direction. To Eat, Pray, Turn Right. To Chiasso and Milano.
The tunnel is fairly empty. The intensity of its fluorescent light never changes.
Above it cars chase towards Italy in one direction, or towards Zürich if they’re so inclined as to use the other half of the highway.
Moby right now is the only other human presence in this tunnel.
Music from his 2002 album 18 plays over its sound system, just loud enough to be audible. The soft tones of his We Are All Made of Stars bounce off the walls as if they’re made of cookie dough.
Never completely consumed the lyrics before, but not wanting to eat, pray or turn right, Moby is all that’s left.
Growing in numbers
Growing in speed
Can't fight the future
Can't fight what I see
People they come together
People they fall apart
No one can stop us now
'Cause we are all made of stars
And in a tunnel under the A2.