To Weave A Way Through


On occasion, I have felt as if a thundering locomotive has stormed through the humble cobbled street that is my brain, the passengers on the train paying no mind to the nuances of everyday life, whilst residents shift to accommodate the crashing commute of others. Hanoi was beautiful and ugly, enchanting and terrifying. I don’t know if this track is in use, but I know that even if you stay home, you will always be a part of someone’s journey.

Love and locomotives


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