Black Lines & On The Train by Johnny Scarlotti
Swim teams are the dream teams it seems. Children join swim teams all the time. Parents love that stuff. They want to see their children compete and defeat other, lesser children. By default most children are pretty pathetic, just like their parental overlords. Life as a child involves a lot of gullibility. Accepted by adults, children never realize when it is about to happen to them. When one is a child one has little perspective over how they are going to be had over the course of their lifetimes. Shysters change and evolve with every single year. Many times the shysters do not gain anything more than the mere knowledge of knowing they duped somebody. One of those things comes from inflicting pain and stupidity on others. Every time a child knowingly lies to another child, they gain a bit of perspective on the world as large. Through lying a child starts to age and starts to become quite jaded. While parents try their best to prevent it they can never fully thwart it. An example would be sniffing the black lines at the bottom of a pool, as children have no perspective on what water really means. Embodying fun, water becomes less a thing to be feared and more a thing to be lived in, loved on, as swimming brings a certain cache that mere land creatures cannot comprehend.
Land creatures understand trains. They understand them well. Unlike cars, little freedom exists on a train. People are quiet on a train they do not have to think or concentrate much. Within a train, the conductor does it all. Being a passenger means nothing, it is just another small additional weight on a vehicle that was going that direction anyway. Hanging out on a train feels fun for this reason. Friends travel together on a train because the stakes are low, they are in fact non-existent. Over the course of a single train ride people may flirt with each other, choosing to forgo pretense. Conversations occur regularly within a train as everything comes together so fully. Intimacy happens naturally on a train - there are only so many seats. By staying on a train a person begins to understand their place in the world, and also begins to understand exactly how terrible so many people’s backyards really are. When a person begins a conversation on a train they can end it so easily, it simply requires running off back to one’s seat.
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