corvi (corivax) wrote,
corvi
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Portland to Seattle, 2AM

A train, great and hulking and black, a thing of looming shadow and piercing light, silent along the highway. Thin watery fog cut into cones by sodium-orange streetlights. Smears of curdled light lurking like smoke above the horizon, nameless silent towns, smoke that trails white-orange from industrial towers. Music: Depeche Mode and Machines of Loving Grace.
And maybe there's a Seattle and maybe there's a Portland. But maybe they all awoke and uncurled, got up and stretched out into thin smoky smears of orange light in the fog and only the road is left.

Sometimes loneliness is a very beautiful thing.
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