PHOTOGRAPHER'S JOURNAL: They told me that time moves along a line, like a train on a railroad track vanishing into a dark, windy tunnel, but when I looked I saw it falling in layers, settling like old leaves and hickory nuts, the stones of Rome lying all about us.
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The rails are polished, but it doesn't seem a place for trains to go...
And I've yet to see a moving train here. However, there are a bunch of moth-balled passenger cars on a side track about a mile downstream.
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