Greetings! I am aboard the hell o'clock train, otherwise known as the regional Amtrak; it is my intention for the day to see how much I can sleep in the quiet car. Right now there are some very beautiful streamers and shells of cloud in the dawn-faded blue of the sky, a kind of hand-gilding light on the passing verticals of bricks and concrete. Everything is so much greener than even the last time I took this line: the trees are bursting out like summer, not just blossoming. It is not fair of me to think that the man who just took a seat diagonal of me looks like he should be walking across a stage in that grey business suit and glasses, a briefcase in one hand and a bright red umbrella in the other. Further bulletins as consciousness warrants.
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- 1: I had no inkling of just how far the plates of our continents would crack
- 2: And we're on the right side of the ground where they bury the bones
- 3: I'm not related to anyone
- 4: You are a case of the vapours
- 5: Now I feel like Kafka with a bad migraine
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