By Daniela Camden
The lights are dim in the boarding room. There’s someone you don’t know, yet you choose to trust anyway. You offer your vitality. They take your money and give you the ticket. This was your decision.
You brought this on yourself.
“This is your last chance to leave the coaster. Do so if you feel uncomfortable. The track is old and rickety, and it falls apart before it ends.”
You know this is wrong, but you stay. You think it needs you.
“Keep hands, arms, and legs inside at all times. Rest your eyes now. You can’t get off the ride.”
Perfect comparison. Never too late to get off the ride before it starts up again.
Life falls apart before the end. But we can’t get off.