26 April 2012
A train can only go forward or back, to destiny or the past.
I sit in the train and watch the raindrops on the window thinking that one day the rain might fall as fire; the droplets will glow and burn, the air will become steam.
The train just goes forward, following the tracks in the rain, all the way home with a rackety rack clack clack.
Train • Opuss № I