Introduction of Vacuum Tube Transport on UMass Campus
I am rarely ever lost anymore. There is a fly that is now 12 ft long stretched out, it's segmented eyes split, splayed like putty contorted, stretched, and flattened like gum pulled out from the soul of a shoe, riddled with fly guts and fly butts and little fly cigarette butts and fly sized to do lists with "carpe diem" watermarks on each post-it page. In my express tube ride from Herter to South College I pass this fly each day and each day I find them a new name and each day, still dead they still grow a little. I am made almost proud. In brief fast-dying glimpses passing by I see a friend of mine protected in their own automated vacuum tube capsule. Their faces similarly distorted, expunged of all semblance of resemblance, soft-screaming through aging moments over short miles their unkempt expressions stain my eyes into my eyes, long enough to remember something I told them in a dream I had last night. But sound is, in these tubes, too splayed out long, growing thinner and quieter as it is stretched like prismatic raindrops pleading down broke TV screens, through the air-rail system. I am always on time and never allowed lost. And day by day that fly is smudged away and nailed-to/memorialized in countless passing access tubes.
POST A COMMENT
See Also
Want to read more news? Click here for a random article.