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Foreword

Not everyone finds satisfaction in hurtling through time on

the overcrowded train called “society”. A single person jumps

off… After the colossus has faded from view,

the cacophony of steel on steel ceases to be deafening,

he becomes aware of the soft sound of the wind through the trees…

He stands up, brushes the dust from his clothes, stretches his limbs,

and hastily clambers off the embankment to avoid seeing

the coming trains, so as not to be overcome by regret and

pity for those who, like him, look like living beings, indeed

like people, and who will quickly become unreal in his

mind’s eye…

B.L.