The Journey

 A world traveler goes by way of boat through the canals of an ancient city. After global warming made the waters rise, boats are the primary form of transportation of the indigenous people of the ancient land. Canals are plentiful throughout the area but are small in width so things can become very tight as one or two boats might be traveling down at the same time. 

            A world where pollution, over fishing, etc. never occurred. The sea life is plentiful and the colors are vibrant. Wish the lack of population control put on by humans, fish have begun to over populate in several areas and from space you can see their different colored colonies in various spots of the ocean.

            A temple that is reflected into the water, but can only be entered from beneath its reflection. A person that wishes to enter the temple must be completely void of all materialism, and be open to the spiritual dwelling. When at peace, the water comes to a crisp, plate glass stillness. Only then can you be taken to the

entrance. The water begins to break and the upside down becomes right side up.

            A day in present time where a horrific natural disaster is about to strike the center. Many have been warned of its occurrence, but none took head to the warnings and now sit in waiting for death.

            A world where humans have begun to overpopulate the planet and there are so many people that it is hard to even walk around without feeling squished. There is a morality age of 8 because there are so many people that children get squished to death in the crowds. Though this is morbid, adults have learned to carry them high on their backs so that they don’t suffocate around the legs of so many citizens. There are large screens that display human faces, scattered throughout major cities. They are meant to monitor the population for those few who rank higher than the rest. The faces on the monitors seem tranquil, all while capturing your every move. There are crews to clean up the dead bodies from the streets.

            A world where time moves so fast, the clouds in the sky barely have enough time to form, but constantly move in and out of deconstruction and creation. Whisps through the air are a constant reminder of the passage of time and people have found a way to slow their own live forces down while the passage of time stays consistently faster beyond themselves.

The train was one that never rests, never replenishes, never tires, it doesn’t need to. It takes the traveler on, but once on, they can’t leave. Once aboard, the traveler must relinquish his luggage, any food, and is left with but the clothes on his back, and one travelers ticket. He is unaware of what becomes of his affects, but the steward takes them to a secret car, where the demon of the train consumes the belongings and enters into the carrier of the human through what he brought onto the train. The train whisks through all parts of the country. Through winter winds with the smell of pine needles in the air, and through the dessert, with dirt blowing through the air in hot bursts onto the side of the locomotive. The demon train; properly named for its host. Through rain and fog and blistering heat, it finds it’s victims and lives through the train in their own flesh