the job of travel
this job in which i travel makes me feel odd. i dont feel like me i feel like im in idle and i watch as things change, like im stuck in a tower locked away with a telescope looking at the world. im not noticed im not anthing, i might as well be the moon. seen but not. i feel the time as the job takes its tole on my body. i feel the time pass in my joints, and i see the people move, as i stay in a tower of bordem lost in the nothingness termoil of routine
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