“I see a train.” He exhaled.
“My mind feels heavy, mushy, like that blob you’re holding.” The man looked towards the neatly dressed woman, her hair in a bun. She wore reading glasses, he assumed only as a fashion statement.
“Heavy steam rolling from the engine, passengers peering out the windows, looking down on me from the trestle. The mighty wheels roaring over the tracks, click, clack, click, clack..……. I don’t feel anything. I’m wondering if I’ve lost my train of thought. Forgive me for the pun. A lot of things just pass me by.” He said.
“The greenest of trees flourish in the summer sun, the locomotive roars on at a steady pace against the bright cloudless sky. The sound of the horn fills the air, an unheeded warning. Chugga, chugga, choo, choo. I plainly hear its movement……… Tunnel up ahead. I must warn the conductor, though I’m sure he’s travelled these railings a million times. All color disappears, a circular void awaits their entry…….. No one notices, only me, the outsider looking in. I’m always the outsider.” He continued.
Glancing over her wire frames, she asked for clarification. “What do you see?”
“Okay, so, what is it that I see? What do I see?” He moaned, frustrated by the length of time that had passed since the test began.
She nodded.
“That ink blot, and every other abstract dark shape you’ve shown me, appears to be a mirage, a trap. If the train keeps travelling and at the same rate of speed, it will hit the brick wall disguised as a tunnel to detour and destroy. A train wreck, that’s what I see. My life is a train wreck. Pun, once again intended.” He forced a smile.
She switched cards again. “And this one? What do you see?”
“I see a butterfly. Are you happy now?” He asked.
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