Train
Through fields of endless green, on tracks hammered into the black soil below, in a box of metal, I hurtle through reality. I'm trying to be the branded version of myself, instead of the fake Bangkok version, but the mask is slipping.
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Through fields of endless green, on tracks hammered into the black soil below, in a box of metal, I hurtle through reality. I'm trying to be the branded version of myself, instead of the fake Bangkok version, but the mask is slipping.