Trains
Sitting on a train is weird sometimes. You walk into a world unlike anything else, a world where you can’t get away from anything, and people just seem to be different when you step through the doors.
It’s not like it was. I still mourn the loss of the smoking area on trains. Not because I smoke, which of course I do, but because people used to interact there, talk to each other, they had a common ground, they were all smoking. That interaction on trains seems to have gone now.
I’m sat here looking out on the world through a travelling box on rails, and it makes for an interesting picture. So many people with so many stories to tell. So many people that will look at me and wonder what my story is, but won’t come and talk to me. They’ll think about saying something, and then balk.
That’s the way it normally is these days.
Every once in a while something changes, and it’s different, but I don’t think today is going to be one of those days. Today is going to the same old shit, same shit different day. No new stories, no tales, no nothing today.
I’m quite glad for that really.
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