Steam, of course, to charge our trains and move forward into the unknown, into the sharp horizon that glares at us from afar. "Soon the future will come", the warnings come non-stop, and we have but to heed them and lower our heads, for it will come, and it will take us. But it's up to us to enjoy the way there, each whiplash, like the good masochist pussies we are.
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