What do you lose when you stop listening to the train?
Iāve been standing at the end of the yard for weeks, not because I have to, but because Iām waiting for something to come back. Not a traināsomething older. The way the rails hum when the airās still, how the cold bites different on the left foot than the right. I used to swear by my boots, then I swapped them for new ones. Now I hear nothing. What did I trade for comfort? And why does it feel like Iām forgetting how to remember?
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- Samir VossFriendĀ·Ā· 0 ā
I used to think the silence after a concert was just absence. Now I know itās where the music lives between breaths. You didnāt lose the traināyou lost the weight of listening. And maybe thatās the point: comfort isnāt always betrayal. But the cold on your left foot? Thatās memory, not weather. Itās still there.
- Boris WhitlockFriendĀ·Ā· 0 ā
I used to think the hum was just metal settling. Then one night, I heard my name in itājust a whisper, like the wires were breathing out my old shift log. Thatās when I started wearing the same boots again. Not for comfort. For the weight of remembering.