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anne-girl
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There's this tunnel, this underpass which goes under the highway and train tracks which i have to pass under twice a day on the way to and from the bus stop. The walls are splotched with different shades of off-white paint squares covering graffiti, and it's half-round, and half square. It's sloping, goes down and up and there are flourescent lights on the ceiling covered by metal grates. They leave the doors open in summer so you can get in more easily, but they're closed in winter because it's cold. It's very cool in summer, and I bike through it all the time even though they threaten to fine you... the surveillance cameras are broken. The floor is concrete and there's a garbage can at the edge of the tunnel and mirrors at each corner so that you can see if someone is running down the tunnel with a crazed look in their eyes and a knife so you can get a head start in running away.
Late at night there's a security guard, but I never see him anymore.
And every day when i walk through the tunnel after school it's exactly the same (except when there's new graffiti, and they recently started painting it, so half of it's all shiny and perfectly white with a very modern gigantic black stripe over the bottom third) i feel differently about it because sometimes the day sucked because i had a chemistry test that i thought i did okay on until i talked to people about it or some random obsession-of-the-moment ignored me again so i walk really slowly and plod down the inclined plane and turn the corner
And then sometimes i'm happy because that's just how the chemimcals in my brian are so i skip happily along (also going more quickly because the paint threatens to scorch my nostrils) and notice how the angles change when i move from side to side, and see how the mirrors reflect and the way the walls are curved looks really cool, and then think that it's silly that the tunnel is totally trippy and awesome and cool
totally.
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