dream.20080926: last train at the end of the world
¶ by Rob FrieselPost-apocalyptic. Landscape is overrun with forests; thick, chocking forests. What left of us all fit on a train. We live on this train. We must keep it moving or else perish. No one knows what lives out there in those woods. We rarely stop; we cannot afford to stop. When we do stop it is […]