It's a tight squeeze to get there from here.
You can barely make out a vertical sliver of light at the other side.
You have to turn sideways and wiggle and slide your way through.
There is fear.
What if there is an earthquake and the buildings begin to shift?
What if that vertical sliver of light, at the other side, isn't light at all?
It's a tight squeeze and there is no guarantee that you'll ever make it.
That's how it is when you're trying to get to the light.
That's what's required.
You have to make that journey alone, through that narrow space.
Along the way, each brick and crack stares at you with incredulity.
Each brick and crack whispers it's reason why you should turn back.