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.