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The Curiousness of Train Tracks and Other Mysteries Surrounding Thus
Dear whosoever that may chance upon this,In that ever so odd way that the world changes from season to season, I have found that I've changed in my diligence in maintaining this blog. From a once was daily ritual to that now of a monthly. It is to no small surprise that I currently find that I have barely 3 people visiting this squalid journal anymore.But enough about blogs/online journals/logs/whatnots because there is a certain curiousness to train tracks that plagues me. Or rather, more of the platforms than the rails themselves. They say that city live changes the small town boy. That prolonged exposure to civilization hollows out the fragile's soul. I suppose that I am no exception to that rule as 5 years in the big city has vastly myopized (there is no such word in the dictionary but if you were to take myopic and make it into a verb, you would get myopized) my view of the world as a whole. To say the very least, I find myself becoming ever so cynical as the days pass.But there are still wonder in the
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