Trains laden with trucks to carry the new cars to the asphalt lots at the edge of town. As these trains leave a trail of black smoke against the night sky, you see these lots. Coming home or finally escaping? Unfurling in these car lots, along lines of consumer confidence, is an impossibly tall flag on a grey, steel pole. The night sky is just stars until we make constellations. Like stories our parents told us so we could sleep. Nothing now but in images: the train speeding past your grandparent’s farm. The lingering image of someone you once hopped a train with, when you were younger. Now staring at a computer screen during long afternoons at work. As we stare, is there not something also staring back? Wires, entrails—paths. If there was ever a time to stop this procession, then surely that time has passed. If there is a time to deny this procession, that time is now. The steel of old conquering days betrays decay, as our labor’s lust remains buried in flame, in rust and rage.
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One of my favorite songs of all time. I used to listen to live bootlegs of it back when there was no official studio recording, because the band had broken up. This version is literally a dream come true. Ryan Johanson