Train of Thoughts

Isn't it crazy how time flies at a breakneck speed, yet it somehow seems to stand still at the same time? Just look at me, riding the same train from work for thirty-seven fucking years. Bits and pieces and little details change, but nothing major changed for as long as I've been alive. Hell, this entire planet is stuck in a bubble of contentment, waiting to be burst. I mean, we've been basically stuck in the 'fifties for over a century, for crying out loud.
Wait, what was that flash?
Oh no.
Oh well, be careful what you wish for...