In Which I Start A Bar Fight

"Sick of his own face; sick of his skin, of the dark. He crawls outside himself to sing-a better poet than most."

Tom himself is a cicada, always has been. The fear and panic forcing him further underground as everyone around him strives to reach the surface to sing.

When a series of consequences leads to Tom meeting someone like him-someone struggling to get over his past faults and traumas, someone trying to get better and find hope; Tom is struck with the realization that he too, can get better-and that he, too can climb towards the sun and sing freely.