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Elevator
Ride is the click as the door shuts. Elevator Ride is broken glass,
broken promises, and a broken record. It is the vague feeling that
something is wrong. It is black coffee and red wine. Elevator Ride is
an impulsive action, a bent syllable, a mistake narrowly avoided, an
ignorant truth, a negative number. Elevator Ride is the feeling that
everything will be alright. Elevator Ride is driving around with the
windows rolled down, half lit and listening to Dr. Ross. It is the
smell in the air that is removed by rain, the ring of a bell, a failed
attempt at wooing, the other side of the coin. Elevator Ride is the
hammer that smashes everything. | |