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and they plod on through the autonomous voice of the camera and faded hypotheses of gaia and medea plod through taafeıtıum hutongs kryptonıtıum gränds solarısıum callı ruthenıum traboules ınfınıtıum ımpasses scandıum gänge antımatterıum medınas calıfornıum mews ııum closes rhenıum eskınıtas sufferingıum ruelles grandadıerıte vıcolos platınum arcades eyeerıte galıs ındıum ulıčkas plod through absent centuries and inescapable light through faint hearsays of thrones and justice the evaporation of tears and the inadmissibility of evidence refulgent resplendent filthy with undying light and they plod and they plod without need or excarnation and they come upon a newbie his meat still fresh and visible and his scrotal swaying like some pendulum from the uploaded mind of quantum mysticism and the meatlight opens its upper maw and speaks and says wheres the metro in this godforsaken hole and they know still somewhere the pendulous rhythms and grope in the disappearance of memory and collapse of language in which underpants are expired and they say saying

we are the metro and we are in it and this is it

we are the trains and platforms origin and destination map and homelessness

station and movement schedule and accident rushour and suicide

escalator and garbage smartcard and bombthreat maintenance and oshiya

sans peteriña and her thousand minions are the ticket booth

no need for buying or selling egress or ingress and any passage

eternal spirit of the underground

movement that never moves

schedule that disrequires time

and he looks at them as if they arent and as if he hasnt heard and even as hes never asked and they walk through him to their forever plodding and they are metro and underpants and unfathomable light and the memory thats no more