All Aboard the Train to Nowhere

Bad is bad, and good is good. Was that impairing his judgment? Was it correct to place on the blame on the imperfect for not falling in line. Was it really necessary to assume that others had jumped through all the hoops they were expected to? It seemed a tired exercise to point out the obvious. He felt like changing, but to what? There wasn't a goal on the horizon that seemed anything more than a substitution. Jump on the train. Get on board. Ride the ride. He wasn't convinced that it would be anything more than going through the motions. His motivations were to upend the table. Play a new game.

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