In my dream

In my dream the subway car has been prepped for the long trip to the new planet. I look around the stainless steel interior and wonder where the food has been stored and if we are meant to eat each other. Later, in the shop, they show me the antique envelopes addressed with bulbous crosses in shining pencil.

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