It starts as a low rumbling in the background. A hum that I can’t quite locate. I’m so distracted and it’s so distant that I don’t know if I’m imagining it.
But it builds. It grows. The rumbling becomes a growl, a moan. I can feel it vibrating through me, a buzzing that rises and rises. It starts roaring and flashing, filling me entirely and threatening to overwhelm me.
There’s no doubt about it.
A train is coming…
UPDATE (20/11/16): The wonderful Tom Starling did an amazing version of this image here.
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