Oscar Brown

Illuminate Darkness

It was a bitterly cold day in the city of dreams and tragedies. The air was dry and sharp, it felt as if I were breathing in razors. Everyone was bundled up and unwillingly huddled together to fit on the winding stairway that empties to the train platform for their morning commute. Like rats in an endless maze trying desperately to escape this mundane routine of being but a small part of a larger machine, but have no option except to push forward or be trampled by the rest. Day in and day out we are forced together for brief moments that feel like an eternity. Carried through by the fact that we know this day will soon end. Then we can seek comfort in isolation or the company of friends and family. Sadly this day was just beginning and the train was late.