While I waited in an airport for a flite that wasn't coming I couldn't help but feel like an ant. I was an insignificant little thing in a crowd of others like me, busying about trying to get to our destination, but trapped . Walking in lines and under survealance. I was feeling sorry for myself and guilty for keeping ants trapped in an antfarm for my own amusement. I was stuck for 36 hours, I didn't want to be an ant anymore.
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