Train Suicide

Sky: blue. Building: red. Sky building sky. A Chinese man squints in the bright sunlight. sweat is on his brow. The train is coming, bringing something. Blood courses through his veins. rich, healthy oxygen flows through him, very importantly. Whatever, whatever will become of me? A momentary thrill is created abstract ecstasy flows from an illusory sense of self importance. And the steel wheels toss steel rails far behind, swallowing everything. (A thought is never heard).