Night trains
Night trains
People in the night and the daytime, just traveling, silent lives
No one talks, someone is reading a book, and others are playing on phones
Still others are engrossed in the daily news. Interesting community. Friendship
Every day, day by day, millions of people are traveling, going to work, church, or party
But not the same experience, or impressions, but the same views, melancholy, dream
Dead interactions? Yes, it’s that. The reason is the fear. It’s created psychologically.
Night trains. I love it more. Every people a sister or brother, but daytime also, but…
… something is different. But on the train, in a public community friendship is stopped.
Fear, inhibition. Fear from the psychology and law. Directness is punished.
Anti-humanistic science
It kills life, don’t be a human!
Hmm, there are answers
Brings it the trains of the science of dark.
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