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Modern Love: Stations

The chug-chug of a subway train through dark tunnels full of misplaced gears, scurrying rats, and people forgotten by the light and forgotten by the world. That is the music of the metro: chug-chug, whistle, grind and grumble.

It is hypnotizing, lulls you into a false sense of confidence, safety, even comfort amongst the grime and detritus. Only the jarring stops, frequent and jaw-cracking, remind you that in every station a journey ends as another one begins.

We reached a station; only one of us got off. Chug-chug, whistle, grind and grumble–a journey continues.

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About Quinn

In it but not of it. A reformed player, now watcher. Speaker of raw truths.

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Raison d’etre

"Raw," she said. "I want something primal. I want something bare and naked. I want you to give me this life raw, unbidden, unhidden, free, fair, and true. Can you do that? Can you do that for me?"

One may only try.

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