After Akashi the train clings to the coast. The sea. And nothing. Direction - forward, backward, up, down - stops. You are pulled right through the glass, and you must swim. Enveloped in black. It is possible to drown in this kind of black.
Friday, February 9, 2018
Musing
The black of the winter night feels as if it will swallow you. It is liquid and you are being absorbed. The train slips through it, a bullet through ink. Glass and fluorescent lighting attempt to repel the advance. Interior and exterior are 50/50, the same information given and taken.
After Akashi the train clings to the coast. The sea. And nothing. Direction - forward, backward, up, down - stops. You are pulled right through the glass, and you must swim. Enveloped in black. It is possible to drown in this kind of black.
After Akashi the train clings to the coast. The sea. And nothing. Direction - forward, backward, up, down - stops. You are pulled right through the glass, and you must swim. Enveloped in black. It is possible to drown in this kind of black.
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