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| When I say “Look at me I’m a train on a track I’m a train I’m a tricka-train yeah”, what do I mean? What aspects of humanity must I <del>leave behind</del> have left behind? Look: here, a young boy plucks the wings off of a dragonfly, workmanlike, feeling no empathy for a creature he sees none of himself in. Taking those wings, he carefully presses them between the pages of his book, and weighs them down patiently. And finally, presenting his book of studies to his grandmother, <del>mutually delighted</del> mutual delight. Look: here, a cadre of soldiers pull a stunned deer back to shelter; its foreleg shattered by blast fragmentation; they soothe it like a dying brother or friend, forgetting who threw the grenade momentarily. How much of this have I left behind? | When I say “Look at me I’m a train on a track I’m a train I’m a tricka-train yeah”, what do I mean? What aspects of humanity must I <del>leave behind</del> have left behind? Look: here, a young boy plucks the wings off of a dragonfly, workmanlike, feeling no empathy for a creature he sees none of himself in. Taking those wings, he carefully presses them between the pages of his book, and weighs them down patiently. And finally, presenting his book of studies to his grandmother, <del>mutually delighted</del> mutual delight. Look: here, a cadre of soldiers pull a stunned deer back to shelter; its foreleg shattered by blast fragmentation; they soothe it like a dying brother or friend, forgetting who threw the grenade momentarily. How much of this have I left behind? |
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| When I say “Look at me I’m a train on a track I’m a train I’m a tricka-train yeah”, allow me to dispense of the metaphor. I am a [[https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/DB_Class_101|DB Class 101]] three-phase electric locomotive, and I weigh 83 tons. The procedure was a complete success. Through my body I pull 15 kilovolts of electricity. [Start cranking up compression + other]My arms and legs have traded moment for torque, pulling me forwards irresistibly. My flesh remains, but repurposed, compressed, tantalised into steel. You see me now, post-ferromorphosis. My blood has been slowed down. My marrow performed this task, pulling my blood down and thick. My blood has been slowed down and is now black as oil and circulating just as essentially as the blood in your system. You, too, may become this. My marrow has been disposed of. My liver has been disposed of. My calcium transmuted. You see me now, post-ferromorphosis. | When I say “Look at me I’m a train on a track I’m a train I’m a tricka-train yeah”, allow me to dispense of the metaphor. I am a [[https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/DB_Class_101|DB Class 101]] three-phase electric locomotive, and I weigh 83 tons. The procedure was a complete success. Through my body I pull 15 kilovolts of electricity. [Start cranking up compression + other]My arms and legs have traded moment for torque, pulling me forwards irresistibly. My flesh remains, but repurposed, compressed, tantalised into steel. You see me now, post-ferromorphosis. My blood has been slowed down. My marrow performed this task, pulling my blood down and thick. My blood has been slowed down and is now black as oil and circulating just as essentially as the blood in your system. You, too, may become this. My marrow has been disposed of. My liver has been disposed of. My calcium transmuted. You see me now, post-ferromorphosis. |
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