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Soul Train

Souls travel on trains. That’s why people become immersed in nostalgia, like it’s a much-needed baptism after decades of hard living, when they board a train and spend more than three minutes gazing out the window at life as a blur. A lot of people believe that souls travel through the sky, in the air, as if they are their own private jet, but souls really go on trains because life-as-a-blur, in soul time, goes the normal speed and makes enough sense to be savoured. Another belief: baby souls—or renewed souls—travel through tunnels. This is true. Tunnels are dark, and darkness is always new. Only when souls have lived a few years in a new life—only then do they graduate to trains. They begin their lives at soul-speed, watching life by the side of the tracks.

  • Scarred

    She could feel my body, but I could not feel her touch. The operation rendered me numb, but I knew neither of us was deriving any pleasure out of…

  • Seeking

    I was worried that he’d find the chunk of pizza crust lodged in my molar, so I kept it short and sweet, even though it was a long goodbye. I told him…

  • Forethought

    I put on my helmet because I knew I was gonna be late for practice. I always am when Dad has to drive me instead of Mom. So I put on my helmet so I…

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