Last Wednesday, a couple of beautiful young people with smiles like high-fives and a love like a Roman candle, embarked upon an adorkable nine-hour journey through hell. It began at 14th Street in Manhattan and ended in the vast desert wasteland of the mind’s eye, their raggedy spirits trudging toward nothing on blistered feet, before finally collapsing to their knees and wailing at the endless sky “IS THERE ANYTHING MORE MADDENING THAN FOREVER?”