A lone Bunker sits strong and proud facing the sea.
It withstood war, storms, even the near apocalypse.
It witnessed many stories but never told a soul.
It doesn’t complain. It’s just quiet, listening, observing, non-judging, too trusting.
It welcomes all to share the beauty it sees even if people keep violating it with graffitis and trash.
When the Sunset sinks into the sea and darkness takes over, it sits alone again. Non-shaken, fearless, vigilant.
The Bunker exemplifies resilience against change, time, weather extremes and isolation.
The Bunker embodies control keeping all turmoils hidden within itself so as not to bother others with worries.
It is a concrete proof that courage and vulnerability can thrive and survive.
It is cursed to be irresistible drawing passers by to be curious and wander even if a written sign says, “Private Property.”
It gave countless Happy Summers but only a few remembers to look back and be thankful. Most just take pictures and leave too preoccupied with their camera phones or themselves to even notice the Bunker is asking them to stay a bit longer so it can tell it’s story too.
Most don’t ask the Bunker how it is doing. Most don’t really care what happens or happened to it. The Bunker is marveled yet tragically invincible. It’s pictures has been posted and liked all over social media yet it feels empty, alone, used, insignificant.
It continues to hope that one day someone will save it.
For now, the lone Bunker sits by the sea heads up, bold heart, still, patient, steadfast. Humans named it The Devil’s Slide Bunker after all.