After we moved for the fifth time, sneaking onto the train while the conductor slept, the towns started to blur together and swallow one another until they were just one Fat Town with a single post office, shitty internet, and an understaffed Happy Donuts; every Happy Donuts the same uneventful void, stuck in a psychic call-and-response with the profound emptiness of all existence; my family the same uneventful void, fleeing-and-returning to ourselves.
so much to unpack in one sentence😂 I'm so glad you finished it
Hits a chord with me. Feels like the beginning of something bigger that explores what you've set up in this powerful sentence.