Somebody said there’s no other way to create except to work like a digger on a railroad, one bucket of contaminated dirt, microplastic gravel, aluminum fliptops, used condoms, and marrowless mouse bones at at time. I don’t know who said it, but I’m sure someone did, because in this modern age, there is nothing new under the relentless desert sun. What’s more, I don’t if that is true, that working like a digger on a railroad will produce anything useful (or anything at all, really), which in my case looks like what? Considering my bones are disintegrating as I age out of existence, I’m not sure what railroad digging would look like, but I think it looks like butt in seat, fingers on keyboard, brain stuttering to conjure words out of thin air. Is that my version of a railroad?
I could complain about the service on this railroad, but that would be premature, seeing as how I haven’t built it yet.