As It Goes

     Through the bustling crevices of the cities stood a pillar of the future, breaking the constant rhythm of civilizations. A loud remainder. A bleeding anachronism. It was the most staggering thing in the world at the moment, and not just it but what it meant. There, peeking among the clouds over everything else was the tower. Like an icicle, cold and sharp the thought pierced me. There was a light and a high beauty too far from ever being in reach. It was the most beautiful and at the same time horrid thing in the world, the inability of the human mind to have something like that, something so tall and gorgeous but also so mocking as to say that you could never reach it and in comparison and so unimportant and fragile.
     We live on a colorful sphere of solitude around the black oceans of infinity and whatever else is beyond. What is even worse is that the same idea hadn't struck the rest  of us, leaving my in the sad realization that when the day comes that others do piece together this knowledge, it will open vast limitations and our harrowing potion therein will either enable us to go mad from the epiphany or flee into the safety of a new dark age.
    Away. I just needed to get away. Apart from the various beggars who fathomed neglect. Apart from the pretentious suits lining up the road. Apart from the city that had littered the minds of young and old leaving only hatred and wanting behind. Object- none. Where I was going, not I nor even the train operator knew for certain, we both just gathered along for the ride. Choosh da da da da da da, Choosh da da da da da da, the constant rhythm of the train was hypnotic. Outside the snow covered the rich deep wood in a perfect cushion. The farther the train harpened the more the snow blanketed everything in the vicinity, shrubs, benches, lampposts, all swallowed by the white and soon only the tall reaches of the aforementioned buildings were visible.
     There were four others here on the train, five if you count the hobo in the corner who never spoke or slept or ate. One of the other travelers was like me. Just on the train for the sake of going away from the city. He said that he might go somewhere north, he had family there. When we were at a rest stop he had just left, no goodbye or see you later, just the vague memory in our minds that there used to be someone where the rats were bundling. Soon after the hobo left for another train, and there were just three left. Both of them were brothers, and jolly people. They liked telling stories and even more hearing themselves speak. They said that they were on the ride until they could find a place to work, but they kept making excuses every time the opportunity presented itself. But with the last of their money they went, to some mining job in a pass over town. And then just me, and I had nowhere to go.
     The snow had stopped college from resuming after the break, and my parents weren't around for me to visit. No jobs, no classes, no adult responsibilities stood on my back. Just leaving the city brought me to a level of unprecedented independence. It was just me, my bag, and the scenes on the road. There was a certain freedom in being suspended between two places. Every source of anxiety eliminated. Then I found it, as of this moment, for the first time in my life, I knew where I was going. I was going away.