/lit/ - Literature

I walked along abandoned railroad tracks in a dark and lonesome tunnel today. It reeked of piss and was covered in graffiti. Moments before, I carefully slid down a slope by the highway. Dozens of people saw me and my girlfriend walking along the edge of the high way (I could feel the air being split by the speeding cars) then disappear into overgrown grass. I only had an extremely vague idea of where I was as I led my girlfriend by the hand. She was cracking jokes and eating chips.
If anyone had told me this morning when I woke up that this would happen, moreover that I would do this to us out of my own free will, I wouldn't have believed it. I still can't believe I did it. I can't believe I made us slide down a grime-covered concrete slide and that we both did it smiling, without an ounce of fear, uncertainty, shame or doubt because at the time this was the sanest, most logical course of action to get to the mall.

>>10840882
That's probably what he meant considering the subject is modernist authors, but go ahead and be a pedantic ass.