Discovered this snippet of wisdom tagged on the wall of the Naperville train’s underground tunnel.

Instinct tells me some kid just scribbled this up while passing through late one night. But what if it wasn’t. What if it was an old man. What if he was getting home late one night from a long, tiresome meeting at his law practice. And as the last train pulled into his station, he realized all the taxis had gone home for the night. And all the busses were locked away in a warehouse. But what’s more, he realized he had no one to call for a ride. He had no friends; his wife had left him; and he hadn’t spoken to his son in years. What if at that moment, he truly felt the sting of loneliness for the first time in his life. He had devoted so much of his time and energy in his own personal gains and quest for power, he had tossed aside all the love others had offered. And as he aimlessly paced around the empty parking lot, he suddenly remembered sadness and empathy. He looked at his phone. His life source. The personal reminder of the prison cell in which he lives, walls paved with e-mails an memos and bank statements. Through his glossy eyes, he pressed the photo icon. Inside, there is only one photo; his favorite.  And the last photo he had taken with his son before they stopped speaking. He gripped his heart and keeled over, beginning to weep. Under the street light, he sat hunched over. What was once a young, alive, and invincible young man was now only a faraway memory whose remnants draped over a lonely old timer. Wiping his nose, he lifted his phone and scrolled through his contacts. He came to his sons name and pressed dial.

(Then he totally vandalized.)

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