21 May 2010

Metronaut

Every morning we load into metal tubes flying under Our Nation's Capital.

Oh say can you see,

Averting eyes and diverting thoughts we launch into the aether of existence, exploring the inner space of mind as we ride.


In that moment between acceleration and braking we are weightless.

Existential, solipsism: words to summarize that we are alone in a crowded room.


Metro Opens Doors ... to the soul.

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