The tunnel will fix you up, brotha. Do you right! It's got infinite ways to get annoying chores done, except it's devoid of the most annoying ones that youwant
to do while you're on the clock, like upgrading your cell phone. And here's what else you don't have in the tunnel:
*Music *Movies *Television *Sex (not that we've noticed, anyway) *Liquor *Dreams of a Houston team snaring the pennant/Super Bowl
In short, anything that could sweep you up from the realities of life. The tunnel's very grounded, because duh, it is in the ground.
But the little network that sprawls across the city has very unique legs to it. They're all different -- like snowflakes, humans and Tunnel Mole blog entries. We'll call one soothing segment leading to the Esperson Buildings "the Caring Canal," 'cause it features hope, for reals. It's got display cases with ads for Star of Hope, a mission which on July 1 celebrates 100 years of serving homeless folks in Houston. If you're still short of hope, there's New Hope Housing. Texas Architect magazine featured the non-profit's development of 133 groovy, yet very low cost, efficiency apartments for single adults on extremely low incomes. (Save Tunnel Mole a place if you get there first.)
The link leading to the Pennzoil Building tunnel from the Caring Canal, however, is devoid of any hope -- or ads or shops. It's a tabula rasa, and a sparkly clean one, at that. Maybe it's the Howard Hughes Tunnel, and maybe because of it, starlets got their careers launched. There's one, now! Nope. Just a paralegal.
And once, Tunnel Mole found a Religion Tunnel, but unfortunately lost it. Like REM says in "Losin' My Religion,"
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Life is bigger It's bigger than you And you are not me The lengths that I will go to The distance in your eyes Oh no I've said too much I set it up
That's me in the corner That's me in the spotlight Losing my religion Trying to keep up with you And I don't know if I can do it Oh no I've said too much I haven't said enough I thought that I heard you laughing I thought that I heard you sing I think I thought I saw you try
(Dedicated to my sistahs slogging through the tunnels)
Now we're off, to the Peyote Tunnel, then, the Tunnel of Love. Kidding! We haven't found those yet, but we're still looking. -Tunnel Mole