It suits me to believe that at the end of every train ride, there is a sunset waiting for my touch; that there are unexplored castles & minds; that there is a hot asphalt road begging for the imprint of my foot. At the end of every train ride, I see the guarantee of an electric passage through time.
Imagine my dismay when I wake up instead.
Created: Jul 27, 2010quesadia. Document Media