The first one was to build an idea or framework for a pulp radio drama which ended up going nowhere.

The second I have no idea. Clearly I am trying to say something about religion or evolution but I’m not sure anymore.

The third is a semi-true statement that I’ve tried without success to tie into a Ficly.

#3. Here at Ficly we had many stories about suicide and death and a blog post followed concerning the disturbing trend. But these few lines, left alone maybe as a line in a prison theme, would be perfect. When I first read it, I instantly thought of Midnight Express and what a prisoner might be thinking, almost a certain kind of prayer; not really an obsession, but fact based on one’s loss of their human dignity.

I remember, which is one of the reasons that idea got shelved. I’ve always like train as death metaphors but mine is more of a binding promise, almost an oath.