“Psst. Let me get you in on a secret .
You know , every morning when you get in that sliding door in to the 8:15…..23 minutes travel time ..just in time to work. Well you do not travel anywhere .”
Scuffy hair , old torn clothes . Stench ..(of wisdom?)..I knew the type .
“The train, sir , with all it’s compartments is nothing but a retraining device. Much like the “Tardis”. And like my time machine”
He points at his cardboard box . An old box which once would have held a large home appliance. May be a fridge or washing machine.
“You got to have a sharp mind, sir. You gotta have the right mind set to see through all this “
He whispers . Why is this happening to me today .. I wonder.
“For 23 minutes , they hold you in .
Hide what’s is going around you .
While the set is being changed . While the supporting cast get in to place . While they adjust the light and the sounds . To keep the scenery going. To allow you to live the dream and dream of life .”
"Now you might ask me ..How do they change all that …
I have seen how they do it …Oneday I have opened the doors with my hands and ran out side to see it.
I could picture that scene .
And I saw …..
But that is for another time my friend . one revelation at a time."
Of course.
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