The tracks for my commuter train run behind an industrial area. A lot of the places put old, broken or unused equipment at the backs of their buildings.
There is one building that has about 15-20 tall, oscillating fans in the back.
One day when we went past, it was quite breezy out. The fans were all standing together, looking like a group of people. Their heads were turning gently this way and that in the wind.
It looked exactly like they were all talking to each other and were turning their heads to follow the flow of the conversation.
I wonder; what were they talking about? I wish I could’ve opened the window and stuck my head out, so I could hear what they were saying.
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