It’s late. The tunnel is deserted and all you hear is a constant whir. All you feel is the staggered artificial breeze. Racing through your thoughts you sit and try not to focus on any one thought enough for it to depress you. Then one specific, clear, and unexpected thought enters your mind’s eye and steals all focus. How many people, who bury themselves in the same state of inattention pass through this tunnel everyday?? All of them self-medicating with distraction. You stand up and face the blank dirty wall. Placing your fist against the dark residue, you run. Reaching as high and as low as your shoulder will allow, you carve out of the dirt the one truth that you constantly avoid but none the less cling to with every trace of your being. LOVE IS EVERYTHING

Smiling slightly in your moment of complete clarity… you decide to walk home.