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Thursday |
| Not much to do on the train but
wake up, eat, nap, eat, write, nap, read, eat, and
watch out the window as the earth spins the sun down
over the horizon. What was new this trip? Arrays of
tri-bladed turbines in the flat windy places and
orange flames at night burning off some excess of
freshly tapped natural gas reserves. There's an
insatiable need for more energy, much of which is
likely to be wasted. Even most of the sun's
prodigious output falls endlessly through empty
black space. |
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