Imagine a system of secret tunnels. Physically they are buried, but they span a vast, invisible distance, reaching past the imagination and creating a home for the fugitive, the subconscious, and the internal. In close quarters, ideas and people fold into one another.
The generative aspect of this underground space is that it is a place from which something can suddenly emerge. Winding through the tunnels are forgotten caverns — places where we share the secret: that we don’t know who we are, but could still love each other differently.
I can’t see it, but I sense it's in there — buried in plain sight.
