Without Destination

Sanity begins on a benign train looking out of the window towards ticker-taping scenery that conveys the country in a soulful rhythm. Time moves on in slow motion with impartial thoughts and fading smiles shunting past tattered flags and broken signals. It’s a longing for the journey which like a plot is always twisting turning beckoning chance or co-incidence, without destination.

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