Train movies

Squeals of wheels that carry us on, carry us all on the way. as we journey on and we journey out there's an inkling of doubt where my courage once was. A small creeping fear that the tracks just go on forever and ever into the grey oblivion of eternity.
Reels and reels of tape, obsolete and so many incomplete, waiting for
someone to watch them. Will you appreciate what someone somewhere sometime created for you? Will you love it the way it was intended, and the love it knew in creation? Is it anything to you at all?
Still we roll on, passing through cities and over miles of places where thousands upon thousands upon thousands have been, and lived, and died, and will go on so for all of time. Floating in the grey, making more tape, crying from their trying to finish tying all the endless loose ends in it.
Making tapes to roll on wheels, wheels that squeal as they roll us all on into the endless grey oblivion of eternity. At least there's some stories to watch, and some to tell.