Abstract
We all ride the same train,
but every seat is different.
Each coffee stain,
each sketch of graffiti,
each abandoned wrapper wedged between seats
is a small remembrance of those pa
From each seat
no two views are the same,
although we may often wish it otherwise.
The passengers, like views, are also unique.
They have their own seats,
their own views,
their own reason for being on this train.
Some ride in first class,
others in coach.
Many more find themselves without a ticket.
And still, they ride together.
At every stop, passengers come and go,
sometimes willingly,
sometimes forcefully,
sometimes by accident.
Before we even realize it,
the train is moving again.
Around each passenger there exists a constellation
of people, places, and events that,
while similar to those past,
can never be repeated.
You may have many questions about this train:
Are the seats comfortable?
Will it be an easy ride?
Where am I going, and how long will it take?
Will I be riding with anyone?
How do I know when to get off?
What happens when I get off?
Those are good questions.