The revenue inspector is nearly spherical in appearance. His eyes are those of a dead cow, watching me with disdain.
He presents me with a ticket of living, liquid, Mercury.
The train is quite ordinary, and I'm secretly relieved.
It starts moving. Theres a train inside the train.
The living ticket hisses, I nearly missed my train change.
The inside of the new train is turned outside in. A tunnel made of human ants, pulling the train forward.
Ever faster, the next legs start soon.
The next train is a translucent vertebrate column, inside are singing jellyfish. Its hard to breath water, and I regret the ticket fare.
The jellyfish stop singing, and starts staring rudely. I cant remember what I could have done to deserve such scrutiny.
I cant even remember, who or what I am. I'm The Revenue Inspector, granting mercurial bliss.