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Tram Stories: The Speed of Flight & Thought

Updated: Sep 2, 2021

‘I was just thinking, if we could fly fast, around 1000 miles per hour, we could follow the sun and watch it setting forever.’

‘We’d get hungry.’

‘So we bring backpacks with egg sandwiches and water.’

‘We’d need to relieve ourselves.’

‘We could piss over the ocean, and shit over farmland.’

‘What about sleep?’

‘One of us piggy backs the other. We do it in shifts.’

‘Some bastard would eventually shoot us down. We’d feel it in our bellies before hearing it.’

‘Why do you always do that?’

‘Because the world is real, and I don’t particularly want to take a shit while traveling through the air at high speed with the sun in my eyes.’

‘We’d be wearing sunglasses. I’d have toilet paper and hand sanitizer in my backpack.’

‘I know, dear.’

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