as i make the millionith decision of the week.

there's no longer coal left to keep the steamer running. and sad to say. it had to stop before it reached its destination.

i've decided against having to trudge the rest of the way. i'll walk to the nearest road and sit by the side. with my suitcase propped under my bum as i sink into the comfortable bend it forms under my weight.

another car will come by soon, hopefully. but no time should be wasted in looking back.