The train went by at the same time again, a time consistent with days past, then, stop. It went to an instantaneous halt, near so anyways, a screeching sounded. The wheels scraped on metal, breaks on cold steel. A man was kneeling in front of the tracks. Then I saw it, then I didn’t. Away. I looked away and pretended, saw not. The man was kneeling, picking something up. A few bread crumbs, likely for the small birds. Did he not know where he was ? no… maybe… he was desperate? It was hard to work, or, it was harder to find a job now. No one hired untrained workers, less so… the decrept, they were a touchy subject. Weaker bodies and even shorter lives. No one wanted to hire someone slow, No one wanted to befriend someone dead… This was a era for the fast, swift youths! Alas however even for the young, it is hard; I had not eaten in days, able bodied yet inexperienced. I could only rely on family. My grandfather providing for our lot. Although strange, unjust, I was barely worth.

What is the world for the unqualified? I who has little, no experience. But my few years working even shorter. How do I climb? There is no path past them. The ones who have been in the business long. The ones who have taken vacations long, longer than my life itself. The very young, neither do they have a place here, nor old. Only the young old are valued, ageless. They might be called undying yet to me? I’ve seen them die, leaving everyone. My friend of many years past left us lone. He is still alive, yet to him we died. Our lives will expire before he grows. We could have never been friends he told us. The day he changed, he died, at least inside.

It’s a golden ticket, a new strange world. The intoxication of forever, who can resist such a thing… very few. I cannot blame him, I seek it myself.

“I can blame him, for I am human. To be human is to be flawed, They. Are.”