Life continues to defy nature. The world is a test in exhaustion. Your isolation starts with a rational thought. The claustrophobia seeps into your dreams at night and transmutes into a symbolic rage. Bloodshed and heroism in defiance of false guilt. Waking not to anger, but to an aching submission to the flow of time, an agitation soothed through rest. This is the 21st century, a testament to patience. But I can’t speak for anyone but my own beaten down convictions. Surviving by subterranean light, waiting vigorously for a sign of retreat from above. The heat penetrates even the stale air beneath. It’s a grave error to presume that it is hell and not heaven that lies below, protected.