Umsindo ohlukanisiwe

And now… there is nothing left to build… nothing left to carry… nothing left to change… Only the quiet… deep… steady… unchanging… quiet… The tunnels remain… not as a burden… not as a place of labor… but as something… that simply exists… Doing its work… without effort… without sound… far beneath the world above… And above… life continues… as it always does… People walk… without thinking… They cross streets… without noticing… They pass over stone… over pathways… over hidden arche