Excerpt from my novella.
Tracks, seed mills, church, diner, tracks seed mills, church, diner. How does the repetition start? It is the slow churn of our progressive sustainable evolution but how come our minds seem to be still of the collective nature.
The trains do not pick up people anymore, they mostly just pass through towns adjacent to towns usually near the roadway, so you see them always. Perpendicular-Central-Avenue-Trains are contemplative. What is in that train car? When did they start stacking them two stories high? Slow down so I can read the graphitti. After the train has passed I usually look at the last car as it disappears. A slow metal worm is the non-interactive nature of the rural train.