I saw the tracks they left on the highways, lying on
the floor of freight trains, the parents in rags, the coal box empty, the sink running over, the walls sweating and between the cold beads of sweat the cockroaches running like mad; I saw them hobbling along like twisted gnomes or falling backwards in the epileptic frenzy....
Not exact matches
I was reading and chatting with two other teachers on the second
floor of the administration building where we live when I heard a sound like a
freight train.
In the first gallery, you see her series
Freight Train Crushes,
of large colorful paintings on paper, which Kim didn't want displayed on the wall — instead, she crushed them into wads and placed them as sculptures on the gallery
floor.