We lived underground as a sort of repentance. Our neighbors thought it would save them from hell. The lady across the way had seen someone jump to their death off a bridge, and moved below where we had no bridges. You and I were just sick of the bullshit.
We had both majored in political science, that's how we met. And after so long of listening to crap, and taking notes on crap from people who were full of crap and talked crap and didn't even understand the crap they were talking about, we decided we were done. And so we moved to a tunnel and made money for food by collecting old tin cans and taking them to the recycling center. It was a low-stress lifestyle.
On the other hand, living in tunnels and collecting trash meant that we'd lost our jobs, which meant we'd lost our health insurance, too. So it was sort of terrifying that time you got the flu, but we thought it might be the swine flu, and everyone sort of moved three tunnels over for a while, even though the subway rattled noisily on the other side of the wall. I stayed and we didn't die, but we weren't sure, for a while there.
And it was a good thing we never got sick of the bullshit of living underground, because things were too bright out where we could see the sun.
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