If you’re looking for scripture, for truth, for some sign, you can see it written on the walls. Of a world that has forgotten its place, its beauty, its love. The spirits have been cast out, or molded into one, flung to far out away from view. It is in the darkest night that we can come to know our light. As it flickers in and out like the fluorescent bulbs on a train, waiting on the passengers to step over the rails and return to see the world they had left behind.
– Josh Fleming
Image by: Unknown, 1973 Subway Ride