Earthbound

Rumbling thoughts on a rumbling train. A U2 song stuck in a crevice in a mental cliff in my head. Everyone looks tired, everyone adjusts to daylight savings. Everyone falls asleep, everyone reads the morning paper.

Watches tick silently for no one to hear. Hearts pound steadily driving human flesh from destinations to origins in mindless dance. Man-made machinery grinds and spins the world on a mechanical axis, metered by metaphors.

30 October 2001, Tuesday, 8:41 AM

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