architectural travel entry: three

I can see the ruins in the distance…

the speed of the train is perfect. They disappear and reappear like blinks of an eye, each rebirth of the ruin was different, a gradation of brokenness to solidity all the while moving closer and closer to me and in a moment the structures vanished.
I realized we passed through them and they are now on the other side so I moved to the other side of the train and watched as we continued to steam forward. How wonderful I thought to see ruins at this speed, in that dimension, at that distance. It was as though I was static and they moved to me and then away from me.


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