The Appeal Poem by Ayn Timmerman

It was dark but the lights made it just one big lonely expanse of everything you know about anything.
Underfoot the slush expanded but your mind refused as you walk on. When everybody's around and everybody knows, that is when you can be absolutely sure that nobody knows a goddamned thing.
So you keep your composure, notice the desolate spaces for the first time and give that fake everything-is-alright smile for the last time.
That was when you first realized the appeal, and now I understand.