There’s a piece of me that wants to see ambition and solitude lie in the same bed in a cheap motel cheating on their spouses while agony is in the next room banging on the wall to try to keep them from growing loud. And the mold in the room is another substituted emotion that I can’t find the words for, but it laughs while the wind shakes the walls and the beating hearts of the cheating ones intertwine in holy matrimony for just one night. And when it’s done, solitude stays up all night until its lover falls into a deep sleep then she makes her way over to the next room to bring company to agony, and the two stay up all night to watch the sunrise. A pack of smokes later and the two have brought tears to all of our eyes. Pretty soon, the town finds out about the affair and burns ambition at the stake while solitude slips away and agony pretends everything is okay. And all this time, the mold with a nameless emotion keeps laughing his days away.