Jon Michael Anzalone
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Accelerat Romanian Train, Night 3: Could Not Speak a Language by Jon Michael Anzalone
CFR. Sighişoara-Braşov-Sighişoara. Braşov-Bucureşti-Braşov. Somewhere-Somewhere-Somewhere. Saw a man with a satchel of potatoes for sale. Tempted to buy one. Ate "American sandwich" instead.
Spent a few long moments struggling over some words. English. Could not speak a language. Structures turning into boxes and lines. Start to shake and blur and go back to hills.
Old man dreams a train station. Vectors burst forth and rumble ran through, walked over other track lines and up metal steps. Clatter. Did not remember water. Apa Minerala. Ah-pua. Don't drink the water. Don't drink the water. Never drink the water. Drink the American Action Cola.
Words are coming! Lines are forming! Structures structing!
Plenty of words. Plenty of people.
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