Reviving dented dreams.: Trains of Thought. (A work in Progress)

eleventrainsofthought:

There is a man, a strange and peculiar man dressed as a conductor, whistle and all, hat and all emerging triumphantly, opaquely against the steam and fog. He approaches you and smiles. “Ticket?” He asks you and you hand one to him, a small orange piece of paper with a few scribbles indicating…