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Metro real life occurs underground the scent of impatience abounds you are either coming or going there is no inbetween stacked ten deep proximity does not mean affection eyes dart, feigned business true business awaits in the destination life stories are told to pass time: child's first ride on the metro, generosity of a man with bread, a man with drugs, accordian player begs for appreciation. Finally, you are released. Real death occurs underground is this inbetween? stacked hundreds deep proximity does not mean association is this the destination? Finally, you are released. |
Additional Notes:
This was written on my metro trip after a visit to the catacombs in France.
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