Underground

In the midst of complete self destruction, there was once again the sound of the CTA passing above. The 74 bus still rolls to its stop on Fullerton Parkway, and just as quickly departs on its way toward Logan Square. The sun still sets and the night relentlessly moves on without a consideration for you or your woes. You have to, at some point, look in the mirror and realize you are nothing more than another bleeding example of life's speed and violence.