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By Evan Mercer in formal man, train, musings — 01 May 2026

I don’t think he was reading the schedule. I think the schedule was reading him.

Older man in a dark overcoat and brimmed hat standing near a blank timetable board on a commuter train platform.

She says the clown did it. I believe her.

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The machine was not falling for this again.

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Backup shadow. Sensible.

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The higher the buildings rose, the less they belonged to the street.

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Evan, perhaps © 2026

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