Sanctuary

In the distance an unusual appearance begins to take shape and the noises of the surface grow louder. The outside is close and reminds us that passage through these dark halls is only temporary, despite the quiet doubts held close in the deepest crawls.

What is sanctuary to interlopers in an underground world, not their own? The odd window to the world above; a hole that grants a fleeting image of the above. Walking through the darkness for hours you may not see any sign that others have been here, but where the smallest ray of light breaks through, a chronicle of names and signs is unveiled.

Why do we gather in the glow to inscribe our names; in a place where any visitor must have brought their own light to reach? Passed by are miles of uncluttered concrete and brick, so we too could squeeze in our small message, an affirmation that we too found a light in the shadow.