hello. it's another day. i thought i'd try writing a short story again. we were riding on a train. where were we going? to the millennial. its a future trip to the past. or maybe its to the future, a future millennium. that's it! it's a future millennium. what's in a future millennium? the past is there, and so is a present tense..as well there is the future in a future millennium. it's interesting. we're on a hyper-train. that's what they call it. what future city are we traveling through? i think it's called the party city. i don't know that that's its official name. what do the people look like in a future millennial? weird. l o l. just weird. sort of strange looking. i'm looking at a man dressed in high healed boots and a sort of a jumpsuit. it's tailored. so it looks nice, but don't ask me to describe him further. trust me, you might not want to know. there's a young girl sitting to the left of me. they must all like jumpsuits here.  she has a mark on her arm. it's red and in the shape of a circle. i suppose that denotes something of some importance. i wonder what. maybe it's the sign of the red dwarfed sun. the bianary sun to our own, the birth place of past earth life, a whole history of things transpiring across millenniums maybe on trains. i wonder about trains of the past. they must have been from the future as well.
can you imagine whole cities of a futuristic look but all in the past. i can. i sit and ponder next to the picture window just there beside me. i look out the window. it looks like south america, but new somehow, alot of colors and a mishmosh of different signs and plant life. you might think there weren't gardens i  a new millennium, but apparently they've kept them. they have grand trees and things of what seems to be all sorts of diversities. most of all i like all the colors. i keep hearing something which is like a sine wave. there must be some reason behind it. it must be a sort of general overall public health thing. sine waves produce certain brain waves patterns to light up when you hear them. i'm glad to see they are developing those types of sines.
what else is going on in the story? where do you think we are going? to a sine wave park. a whole park dedicated to brain wave patterns. it ought to be interesting, and prob relaxing. we stop. i step off the train. i look around at the other passengers there. they're all dressed in fashionable jump suits of sorts. i feel kind of odd in what i'm wearing. i can pick up a jumpsuit while i'm here though. maybe i'll find one in pink. the park is very green. beside me is a grand tall tree. there is an exspansive canopy. so i'm standing under this giant exspanse and someone sais, ''i'm sorry mam, can you tell me the time.'' i look at my watch. it's nearly midnight. ''it's late,'' i say. they say thank you and walk off toward a park bench nearby.  should i venture out into this wild and unknown parkway?  i wonder where the sine waves are. they must be sighlent and subluminal.  i walk toward the middle of an open field of flowers. they look like a type of irrecandesent miniature gladiola, a whole group of them under my feet. i take my shoes off and walk among the flowers. it just seemed something to do. i blink and i wake up. i look over to my right and the night is dark. i'm still on the train. and we're heading to rio.