I took an abandoned train to a crescent moon bay. I managed to encounter every toll bridge on the way. All the lanes were closed, and every booth full of spiderwebs and boredom. I felt my blood pressure turn into gunshots in my fingertips. The shop I came to inspect was two sizes too small. I examined the wares with the scrutiny of a pawnbroker. I tried to bury my suffocating reluctance to board the train back beneath a stack of antique medical supplies. There was not enough glassware, and all much too expensive.
9:46 p.m. - 2015-09-07
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