It's funny how things get away from you. It's not so funny how time flees from you. Two years since I've posted here. Two years since I've even thought about it. Because, well... Who cares. It might be someone else reading these words, but more than likely it's just me. Re-reading.
So, n8tch. What do I want this to be? What is this place? Just trains? Or is this the new "Interlocutor"? Is this the new place where I wander around in my own head, and then ramble babble bit for no good reason other than to make The Mark? Guess so. OK, here we go then. Whoa, did I say two years? Try three. Like I mentioned, time flees!
