The wanderer

I am in a train. I can see the outside world changing. Day, night, rain, sun, clouds, trees, unending concrete cities, a mountain. A succession of images outside. Inside, I remain still. From my perspective, I do not move. I am not surprised that Man once thought that the planet where it dwells was the…

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In Oz

What would happen if our starlight, the oracle that guides our journey turned out to be… well, fake? Somewhere over the rainbow, way up highThere’s a land that I heard of once in a lullabySomewhere over the rainbow, Skies are blue,And the dreams that you dare to dream, really do come true… Over the Rainbow,…

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