Underground city

Tunnels vents, rooms, spaces unedited undisclosed, open, where the spirit is free to roam. Ruins – No sense of private and public, before it would be just a wall separating couples falling in love and indifferent women carrying ceramic vases filled with water from the underground wells, pondering priests and playing children, a city within a city, a city within an underground chthonic porous world. And here you think the soul ventures – the imagination ventures. It’s free but yet entrapped within these undefinable borders, and I remind you here of the unexplored dark passages of the past, those secret cavities that aren’t highlighted by the museum lights… Are these exits, undefinable departures? Expansions?

but It is like the mind that expands at indefinite places and not the body, it is the mind that discovers. It is the hungry striving desire, yet entrapped, being aware of the minds limitations yet trying to surpass them. There’s an analogy between the overcoming of inherent, spiritual barriers with the harshness of the striving expansion of these underground cities, their widening which was to accommodate new beliefs new technologies, new demands; and while it’s all under the surface of the earth, the vastness of the outside world, the wind and sky are solitary witnesses of that magical interplay of spiritual life.

Kamakli – underground city.
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