In the train

21.08.2025

I've always liked train rides. The experience of the known yet unfelt movement. The spectacle of the world moving without you, as if for a few moments, you were not part of it.

The body and the space around it, the space within the body expanding to the edge of the glass between you and death, and the space beyond the glass so reassuringly static.
The knowledge of inevitability, the comfort of hopelessness. And Hopelessness can look so much like Hope when you tilt your head at just the right angle and let it rest on the window and play with the reflections and jam to the white noise.

Everything loses all meaning until there is only one true meaning. The train takes me away and to, thus there is nothing I can do.