"The train is the machine dream of the concrete ending, or the primal object on which the mind can stare itself out to a completed mourning. But it is also the haunting reminder that there is always something more, or something else, released in the very moment when the virtual transmogrifies into the actual. It speeds by and is gone, yet it culls our attention to it in its very passing, holding the promise and threat of a stopping even as it hurtles past and dual temptations to hop the train of machine dreams or to feel its impact as a literal shock of recognition."
-Kathleen Stewart, “Machine Dreams”
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