Muse/ic – “Part X: Chapter III – ‘Mothers of the Night’ – by Moby”
Excerpt from Chapter III: I wanted to leave the train as well, to feel the soil under my feet. I had enough of the tracks and the shakiness; tired of the smell, the wooden benches, and the separation from my father and Joubin. I envied the people on the ground who were on their way to their families, as we rolled away from them in the hope of completing a voyage that seemed to have no end.
I ride the tracks with Moby’s “Mothers of the Night” and watch our bench mate, hear the wheels, dream of home, feel the rhythm, see the chickens, sense the motion, swallow the naan, swallow the hours,
and long for freedom..
Thank you Moby.