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Elevator Blues
Is it just me, or do all these thoughts go through your head, too, as you wait and wait and wait?
You start to think you’re being duped. Whoever got in before you is obviously the chosen one, and they have stolen your place in the sun.
Those sons of bitches have not only gone up, with no wait at all no doubt, but have made you wait for an eternity.
You stand at the gates of heaven, but you’ll never be allowed in.
(This is most fundamental in a hotel where you arrive with such heavy bags. You cannot contemplate skipping up the stairs and fooling the devil with your legs.)
Watch the numbers. They never move. Watch the numbers. They only ever go up. Don’t watch the numbers; they will drive you mad.
They are not real. They belong in another dimension. They relate only to another land. A promised land, a place for which you don’t belong. And you never will. Don’t fool yourself, you idiot. The higher floors are not for you.
But still, you wait. You show faith, unfathomable faith. Faith that the world still loves you. That God hasn’t abandoned you to a ground floor, heavy bag, long day, need to lie down, never will, existence.
