ON AN AUDITORIUM

i feel like life is kind of like a big auditorium, into which randomly selected people have been shoved, and not told why... and so for a while they try to figure it out, and for a while they kind of freak out about it, and then eventually they decide to make the best of it. they start to talk to one another, and they form connections with each others, and sometimes they sit in groups in the corners of the auditorium at night and light candles while poking each other in the ribs and laughing about it. they sneak off to make out under the bleachers. and sometimes the room is shaken as if by some unanticipated earthquake, and new people are let in, and new people are born, and the people get curious about what is outside and they start digging... their varying styles of escape-attempts are mimetic of what we might call "religion", perhaps. they walk away from one another, and eventually they walk back, just because the auditorium is so small... maybe they won't walk back while looking each other in the eye, but they will at least pass each other on the way to other people, and sometimes they will high-five and other times they will smile, and still other times they will not look at each other but they will think of each other and slews of memories regarding each other as they pass.