NOBODY KNOWS WHAT IS KNOWN

A man and a woman were on a train. The man said, “Are we going someplace? I dont think so, not this time. This is already the next century, and look where we are. Nowhere. Tell me, Gwendolyn, when we boarded the train, why hadn’t we known this day would come?” “Snap out of it, ” Gwendolyn said. The train was crossing an endless snow- covered plain; no town awaited its arrival, no town lamented its departure. It simply kept going, and that was its purpose—to slither dreamlike over blank stretches of country, issuing sorrowful wails that would slowly fade in the cold.