“There’s something about that tunnel that leads to  downtown. It’s glorious at night. Just glorious. You start on one side  of the mountain, and it’s dark, and the radio is loud. As you enter the  tunnel, the wind get’s sucked away, and you squint from the lights  overhead. When you adjust to the lights, you can see the other side in  the distance just as the sound of the radio fades to nothing because the  waves just can’t reach. Then you’re in the middle of the tunnel and  everything becomes a calm dream. As you see the opening getting closer,  you just can’t get there fast enough. And finally, just when you think  you’ll never get there, you see the opening right in front of you. And  the radio comes back even louder than you remember it. And the wind is  waiting. And you fly out of the tunnel onto the bridge. And there it is.  The city. A million lights and buildings and everything seems as  exciting as the first time you saw it. It really is a grand entrance.”

          -Perks of Being a Wallflower, Stephen Chbosky

There’s something about that tunnel that leads to downtown. It’s glorious at night. Just glorious. You start on one side of the mountain, and it’s dark, and the radio is loud. As you enter the tunnel, the wind get’s sucked away, and you squint from the lights overhead. When you adjust to the lights, you can see the other side in the distance just as the sound of the radio fades to nothing because the waves just can’t reach. Then you’re in the middle of the tunnel and everything becomes a calm dream. As you see the opening getting closer, you just can’t get there fast enough. And finally, just when you think you’ll never get there, you see the opening right in front of you. And the radio comes back even louder than you remember it. And the wind is waiting. And you fly out of the tunnel onto the bridge. And there it is. The city. A million lights and buildings and everything seems as exciting as the first time you saw it. It really is a grand entrance.

          -Perks of Being a Wallflower, Stephen Chbosky