I don’t even know what a train of thought would look like,
so I’m proposing a change:
Keys of thought. (or maybe)
Sock-in-the-dryer of thought. (or maybe)
Milk-carton-faces of thought. (or maybe)
Virginity of thought.
Trains are stupid. I don’t think like them at all.
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Trains are too confined to one area, who can think in a train and insist they lost it? All they have to do is run down the track and there it is; there aren’t too many other places for it to go, afterall.
I prefer seas of thought to those of regrets and marshes and islands and bookstores and art stores of thought because these are all places I can see myself getting legit lost.