..."This is it" I say..here is the next station, I'll get off here...I dust off the memories, hang them loose...watch them hum and chant and die out...and they rain on me like ashes from an old inefficient coal burner...and I dance...and sing along their dying songs...I go down ladders...go through light and yet again find comfort in the darkness within it...a warm old feeling awakes...and surrounds me....it devours me...the ghosts of all my past sins...past mistakes...avenge themselves....and then we will be salvated