Saturday, January 27, 2007

There was a shut down engine at the end of the road. There was nothing else but the shut engine. Why was it there?... It was so lonely, she almost felt sorry for the little engine... left there in the dark nowhere to rust. She thought it looked at her as it stood there toppled. Should she go over there, should she not? Should she step out of the sphere of light that protected her? Apparently it was just her and the abrupt mountains guarding the dark nowhere. She looked around her again, at the serious mountains, at the flat dark nowhere, at the black-bluish sky filled with a swarm of tiny stars and she stepped out of the sphere of light.
– Little train, here I come...