Train tracks are like eternity. They go on and on but never seem to have a start or end. The only trains I've gone on are already on the tracks that are going both ways, not the very end or starting point. I've never been on a train that has. So, they seem never ending to me. They remind me of eternity, infinity, anything that doesn't end. Eternity, though, can be harsh. It means that the object has to stay there and endure the pain of living forever and never dying. Which I don't think would be fun.
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Neurochannels: April 2010 |