Linearity

There’s a train coming. I can hear its roar. Worse still, I can feel the vibrations of the iron track against my skull. I cannot remember how I got down here. But in trying to stand up, I gain a sense of having set something in motion that I can neither slow nor stop. Progress. Momentum. Oblivion. Time. I cannot halt the train’s screaming impetus nor my own impending destruction.

But it occurs to me that you can.

It seems to me that if you stop reading this very instant, I might just stand a chance. You can just leave me here on these tracks forever. 

So stop now, or you’ll surely be the end of me.

Well, shit. Thanks for nothing.

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