Fluorescent lights flickering always gave him an uneasy feeling, but their ambient quiver coupled quite negatively with the urban claustrophobia of the train car; littered with adverts and promotions long past their intended and contractual lifespan. Every stop was a minor panic attack - escalating to its climax when whatever sorted midnight-citizen meandered in and made brief eye-contact. It was always obvious who was the most paranoid by who was acting the least conspicuous. Those with a more severe state of internal psychosis display signs of obvious outward anxiety despite in actuality being preoccupied with a now new panic-attack about whether or not they are now expressing their intense inner anxiety outwardly. Sometimes, he wondered in his most tranquilized euphoric state, if in actuality these events had only occurred inside his own mind, if the disgruntled and disheveled sky-scraper peasants were not as wired and fried as he was. If the odd stare in his direction meant that HE was the sorted individual that seemed most likely to foam at the mouth and madly wield a hunting knife. Sauntering through the shadows of the tunnel ride, disguised in noise and the void of light ---

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One day i'll complete a piece of writing.

P.S Fuck yourself

p.p.s fuck me