the “cathedral of chaos.” this 5-story beaut is one helluva structure. we shimmied our way in through a shady side entrance and once inside, it was like an after-hours adventureland.

pools of stagnant water, stepless stairways, teetering wood planks, piles and piles of rubble, broken glass, metal scraps and mud. mud everywhere. and on the walls, an extensive collection of aerosol masterpieces accented by nature’s reclaim.

i would eventually like to make it to the paleolithic cave paintings of france and spain, bear witness to rare petroglyphs of the philippines, navigate egyptian scripture through the wall paintings of pyramid tombs.

for now, this will have to do - exploring the mark makings that border the active tracks of the freedom tunnel. the practice of illustrating years of history in linear fashion continues here and throughout the labyrinth of any city’s subway tunnels where tribes of writers emblazon the walls in a spindrift of colors.