Riding the rails. Such a romanticized notion. It appeals to me deeply. The idea of stealthily hopping onto a moving train headed for warmth, unpredictable happenings, life molding experiences. The idea of rattling towards the unknown.
The rhythm of the rails must have been soothing as long as there were no mean spirited derelicts to keep an eye on.
Hopping off wherever the hell you wanted to, to grab another chunk of your life. New faces, new jobs, new surroundings.
Killing boredom with new adventure.
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