24hr Factory

We live in this silly little town just on the outskirts of nothing. The land here is largely agricultural but I couldn't tell you what we grow because honestly most of us don't even know. Our town sits in the bottom of a grand valley with mountains spanning a full 360 degrees. Nobody travels here and the same goes for leaving the town. My father and mother are good folk but they don't pay much attention to anything outside of our farm. That can be said for all the residents here but it seems very apparent when I'm left to occupy myself. Then all of a sudden this factory just seem to puff into existence and I had something other then myself to think about. The factory always had a dark shadow casted over it. Whether it was sunny or cloudy that shadow wouldn't move. The factory also gave off this whining sound like a hurt baby dear that lost its voice. The sound would pierce through my ears but it didn't bother anyone else. Standing tall, the factory was made out of red brick. It look as if the brick had been ancient, it was so stained with age. The factory was always just barely lit but at night the light seemed as bright as the sun. My rhythmic sleep schedule started to degrade as watched the factory all night. I ain't never seen anyone enter or leave that place but I knew that couldn't just be my lack of attention to detail. Everywhere I went the factory was always in site so its not like there was a time I wasn't lookin. Soon ill explore it from less of a distance, I doubt anybody will pay me mind. I've gotten a bit closer but I still feel hesitant. I've never felt this curiosity before and it scares me but want more so tonight when the town sleeps ill adventure inside. As the night comes I get more and more excited. Ill run to the factory and finally see what's inside its been building up for too long and I need something new in my life. So when I get to the huge double doors I breath close my eyes and walk through. when I open my eyes I see and that's all that I can explain. I see everything and I see myself. the factory was never a tangible object. Its a symbol of my own thoughts and the factory never stops because I don't. like the factory I constantly race and move but its not physical. All the sounds are byproducts of specific emotions that were produced. we are the factory and the town, me, myself and I.