I stood on the edge of a tunnel. I could look down it in both directions. It didn’t end, so far as I could tell. It was wide enough for two big trucks to pass abreast. The color was a uniform misty gray. The light never changed. There was never a breeze. There were only two things there.
from Pocket https://www.nytimes.com/2020/10/06/opinion/coronavirus-hallucination.html
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