Rat Race

Dozens of dozens of dozens of dozens ; rats race through sterile hallways composed of the artificial, coalescing the abstract, upholstering the unreal. Misery, oh abject misery, to be a rodent. The rat questions not the hoop it jumps through, it only asks how high, how low, how close, how far, how much fucking longer until I get my time. To question that end is a fools endeavour; focus on the…