kiyo-ya-maro

                                                          Travel Repetition. Everything was running smoothly and without dilemma. The conductor pulled out his bronze pocket watch the glass was cracked and the second hand, no longer monotonously ticking away, hung down suspended upon the six. The train was slightly behind schedule, and not making any effort to stay on it. “Is living on a schedule really living, and is endangering yourself for the little time gained worth all the time you could potentially lose?” the conductor thought to himself. It was a lesson he had learned well and the answer was no. “But by human nature