There's something profound about the railway platform, have you ever thought why the bogeys are called coaches..,
When you're in a city, static, you feel like you are in a slushy, gooey, stuck in a container state; between permanence and temporary -; a breeze away from either state, the indecisions don't need deciding. The train station and its aura; the space around it, has the ability, the authority to pick the container and place it somewhere else. In the process, disturb the equilibrium, the settled heavy, the floating middle and the light top, suddenly, become one, they start belonging, the uneasy, the uncommon, the rainbow suddenly becomes one beam of light; the sky is on earth, the earth is on water and waters all floating everywhere; flooding wherever it goes. ...It continues to be in this state on the railroad; in flux. The time when you walk into one railway platform and the time you walk out of the other; and the in between is this metamorphosis. The container remains the same on either side, something inside though, changes.
Travel, unravel
