The subway train passenger

by kummy24
I’m on this subway train. It accelerates and decelerates through dark tunnels. My co-passengers are of various types. I don’t remember how I got on this train. I don’t know where this train is going to. In fact, the train doesn’t even have a destination. Some of the co-passengers think they know the train’s destination. I laugh at them. It is not where the train is going to. The destination doesn’t matter. It’s the journey itself that matters.
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