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Tube Shelter
I think that the artist got it spot on.
This is man at his most basic:
Trapped in the eternal tunnel,
With no beginning, no end, no escape,
Vulnerable like never before.
The place is a shelter, of course,
But could easily be a slaughterhouse,
Fried in fat if the walls don’t hold.
Try to imagine the pitch dark.
Just how has humanity come to this?
Cowerin...
Tuesday 29th April 2025 8:44 am
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