Hell is being trapped on a subway car covered with mirrors, forcing you to look strangers in the eye.

Riding the subway is like playing a game of how long can you go without making someone feel uncomfortable by looking him or her in the eye. Staring at the ground makes you look depressed, but you can only read the headline driven advertisements above your head so many times before you eyes start to wander. I tried wearing sunglasses, but due to the fact that the subway is underground, I looked like a d-bag.

Why don’t they write novels on those ads to keep us busy?