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The train moves slowly, follows the river, moves closer to a place I’ve never been, never thought of going to.
People appear man-made and the train barely scratches the surface of the scattered patches of earth curved by winds.
Tracks often follow the rivers, i'd just spend the entire time wondering why they were here.

A square box: witness the meltdown of the world, here at the frontline, white and some more white billowing high in between the troops, rewind, review the original.
Keep your voice intact, truly reveal yourself, echo the call, the adspeak, the future whipped into action by retinawrenching images and switched on humans.
I would like to smash all the windows that have iron bars and see what's inside.

You end up in a room full of shoulders, everyone is fighting to be given a fantasy,
one that stands longer than most others.
In the midst of disintegrating divisions people queue up like a pattern of plastic chairs.

Now its too late to get off.