Eclectic Settings
a disused subway station:
the place where vines and vegetation make their journey through the cracks and crevices of the concrete and foundations. cracking through to hit the openings of flickering fluorescent lights. the place where the daring climb down and make their mark on the walls with paint. the great escape. the quiet place to gather inspiration. to grab an avant garde wedding photo. a place to make a music. to daydream about trips once taken on the subway. to flashback feeling the wind of the passing train.
one place. that is so many things to so many characters. but are we there? Or is this another dream. Is this just another wish, another nightmare. is this real life, or are we being blinded.
a place that sprouts new life, is it really unused? or is it just reused?