Underground departures, outside adventures.

Overcrowded underground; it’s worth it’s suffocating nature for the destination it led us became an unforgettable memory.

We often forget how overbearingly packed and sweaty the central line is — ordinary people doing extraordinary things to get to their 9 am classes, 9 am meetings, 9 am appointments because once we leave the station life begins…again. We tap out with our contactless, opening the barriers that was once a restriction but now becomes the inviting door to freedom. A sigh of relief escapes us suddenly. The underground darkness is illuminated by the naturalistic light coming from upstairs; upstairs there’s the sky, the breath of fresh air, the breath of excitement, the breath of danger, the breath of The Adventure. Once we’re outside, we often forget how packed and sweaty the central line was because we focus on the unknown that’s waiting for us to unravel, patient like the traveler walking across the desert stream. The memories captured are of memories overground, with a hint of appreciation for the underground.