Wheels on wheels on tracks, stopped still, going nowhere, for almost eternity.
Why do we need to travel? Why do we rely so heavily on transport?
To carry us to places, or to communicate, or to learn, or to survive, or just for curiosity?
Why do we want to go faster and further? Where are we going? Why are we going? From and to what are we going? Are we we, or are we lots of I’s?
I was trying to make sense of this, as trains rushed by on the other side of the platform, and I concentrated on trying to stay sitting. But then the train I was waiting for came, and I went somewhere else, and so did my mind.