Taking this photo took my breath away. A Leicagasm. This is my playground from 5th-6th grade. I wasn't a junglegymmer, more of a kickballer. This was one of those mysterious places for me. There was a bit of a longing, the lava pit was foreign territory. I didn't speak the language, didn't have the strength to cross the pit without falling. I remember once falling from the third rung, landing on my arm and knocking the wind out of my lungs. That moment was different from the Leicagasm but somehow they are distinctly related. Experience is a spectrum. We invoke both the beauty and the grotesque just by breathing each breath.