Inside my Disjointed Complex, after facing the basement, I arrived to a stairway which lead me to this image. At that time I was awe struck. As I look back on this image I see it as the choices we make in life. The blue door on the far left, shut. A plateau where we no longer can progress. The middle door collapsed from overhead as a result of taking on the weight of the world. The Right, white light illuminates, unsure of what's beyond that point it feels somewhat right as a movement from the darkness to the light.