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Imprisoned in ant-farm condos, the wild is walled away. Trees march between us in nice even rows. Aliens descend weekly to lop the heads off all our dandelions, speaking lovely liquid Português. We cannot have flowers or paint our doors red. I bet the aliens can.
Gates constrain us, curbing channels us, our parking spaces are assigned. Separated by common landings, we nod politely, never speaking. Nightly garbage walks are furtive lest, caught unawares, we meet.
(more…)We’re all waiting.
Some of us are waiting idly at home, distracting ourselves from the gradually collapsing system outside our doors. Some are teleworking, putting in the same productivity-free hours we normally would but in pajama bottoms. Some are going out like normal, vaguely afraid they’ll catch a fatal illness but telling themselves whatever they have to in order to get through their day. (more…)
It’s a curious thing about this nation’s passenger rail network.
I mean to say, apart from that we have one in the first place. This appears to surprise a lot of people. “Chicago? When do you fly out?” they ask, confident in the familiar ritualized response of airline and time and ticket class. When I say I’m taking the Capitol Limited, they’re at a complete loss. I must clarify: Amtrak. A passenger train.
Yes, Virginia, we still have passenger trains. (more…)
More updates from the road, as your Not Fake News action correspondent continues his travels. For research purposes only, of course.
One of the things I love most about traveling by train is the completely different attitude by passengers. I’ve seen fights break out over who gets which taxi, whether people have the right to lay their seats back on a plane, or who let out that legendarily nasty (more…)
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