Elevator

Have you ever thought about what you were passing by in elevators? When you step in, wait, press a button, go down, and step out... what were you missing on all those floors? A kid sitting in his room waxing philosophic about elevators and listening to recordings of himself playing piano; a group of kids on the 3rd floor gathering together and freaking out about their physics problem set due tomorrow; a girl with benign cancer losing a friend over the phone because they simply refuse to believe that she actually has cancer and she can't stand the accusation of dishonesty; two people unsure of how they feel about each other sitting awkwardly together with some sort of academic pretenses to settle the awkwardness; a group of water polo players trying to teach themselves the Soulja Boy dance as they watch the video on YouTube over and over again and get drunk; a brilliant pair of roommates sitting by each other, one whistling, one listening to classical music nearly endlessly; someone dreaming about home; someone dreaming about college; someone who can't fall asleep; someone watching The Daily Show and eating a bowl of cereal like they used to do at home; someone sketching in the shower for their crazy visual arts teacher; a scattering of kids throughout a number of rooms rooting for their baseball teams; two strangers telling each other about the worst weekends they can remember; two kids having sex in the dark in their strange and new something-like-home; someone writing a love letter and someone writing a poem and someone writing a song and someone writing the score they swear will change your life.... then the elevator stops. And did you notice it?

Peace out.