Nothing new to report here, nothing to see—yet. Keep moving.
If necessary, go faster.
Bypass consideration of the inherent banality of tunnels. Fool yourself; embrace the standard symbolism. Your passage out of comfortable amniotic insulation into the ultimate big air. Transition from one role or station into another. Attach some meaning, or you will suffer despair. Ride into the light. No, not the hypoxic endorphic light touted by anti-agnostics. The actual light. It's time for lunch.
© Pseudocognitive
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