The train and I have this very special relationship; it can either give me complete and utter inspiration, the point of enlightenment! And then, sometimes it reminds me the downfall of the human race. A little mockery of us, I guess.
Together we live in fear of this cosmopolitan world. Always ready for change, always hungry for chaos. We cringe when our Hollywood lives go static. Mobs of pagan religion; prayers to the Gods of Internet as we hold our ‘berries and answered by the Siris.
Wrapping our heads with mindless stress, on an endless commute to never everland. Lives of no past or future – no sense of history. Inborn of Eve’s seeds, we carry and trod through our blasphemous vocations. Each moment passing, a part of us vanish. In theory and by script, a Big Tree we are ought to be. Some as carriers, many lost and most awakened by the Earth’s call.
Followers of a worldy path, we live through universe after universe searching for a cause to win. No substance, no matter. Mother Soil has fallen asleep as She awaits our ripening. Trampled by manic vultures and filth bowls to the brimming souls of the lost.
We. Us. I speak of you and I. Together forgotten, always in transition.
Piaspurpose 