Trainsitting

The only part of sitting on a train I actually enjoy is when I lean my head against the window and a train’s rushing towards me from the opposite direction. For a second, it looks as though both vehicles are about to crash.

As soon as the front of the locomotive has whizzed past my seat – just for a moment – I feel truly alive; like I’ve thwarted death.

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