The Infinite Furrow

puncakbukit (78)in #photography • 6 days ago

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The train hums with a bone-deep vibration, but the landscape outside remains trapped in a sickening loop. No matter how fast the engine screams, the same tilled fields and gray mountains crawl past the window in a slow, suffocating parade. The sky is a heavy shroud of bruised clouds that never break, pressing down until the horizon feels like it is physically shrinking.

In the blur of the passing greenery, shadows begin to detach themselves from the distant treeline. You realize the deep furrows in the dirt aren't for crops, but are narrow, endless graves waiting to be filled. Figures stand perfectly still among the grass, their features erased by the motion, yet their sightless gaze remains fixed on yours. Every time you blink, they appear closer to the tracks.

Panic sets in as you realize there are no doors to this carriage. The air inside begins to smell of damp earth and stagnant rain, and the rhythmic clicking of the tracks slows to a terminal crawl. Just as the train reaches the shadow of the mountains, the motion stops entirely. The silence is deafening, broken only by the sound of wet dirt hitting the glass from the outside.

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