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An attempt to capture the rhythm of a train in motion |
| The window's view is constant change: houses then trees, fact’ries then fields, all flying past. Rattling along, clickety-clack, clickety-clack. Passengers sway with the curvy track. First to the left, then to the right. Sweeping through turns on long steel rails, clickety-clack, clickety-clack. Stereos blare – it must be loud with sound so high, right in your ears. Some folk sleep by the railway beat, clickety-clack, clickety-clack. A screech: we slide, trying to grip the tracks. Slow into the station: where some folks alight and new people board, joining our rhythm, the clickety-clack, clickety-clack. |