Yeah, I like trains. Some like half burnt toast for breakfast, I like my train.
I like riding them, I like watching them, I like spotting them. I’m a trainspotter of a different kind. I don’t know their make, model or year of manufacture. But I am more interested in the people who ride them. So many minds, so many thoughts, chain of thoughts, train of thoughts. Especially European trains where a morning train sounds more like a funeral procession. No one speaks, some watch others, others like to be watched, some hate to be watched and they hide behind books and newspapers, the rest of them plugged into their music feeling good about their taste in music, but yet staring into the other person hiding behind the earphones wondering what the fuck they are listening to. I do it too, all of the above. I watch, observe and conclude from my corner seat. Always the corner seat, will kill for it. Observers always occupy corners seats. Corner seat gives wider perspective. The seat right below the security camera. Same range of vision, but different purpose. Morning trains are more interesting than midday trains, evening trains fucks your mind a bit.
Morning trains are filled with plans, solutions, graphs, scales, regret, projects, and megabytes.
Midday trains are filled with yawns and blacked out brains. Evening trains are filled with hurries to nothing.
Why now about trains you might ask. Nope, you surely will ask. Morning train today had 4 books, 6 newspapers, 6 mp3 players and an ipod within my range of vision. I too am usually plugged into my “special” music, but every now and then I remember to forget my 512 mb Funkey.
Now lets take a trip into my brain.
Book readers, the most ignorant of them all. They don’t give a fuck about you and your new brown cardigan. They have insecurity enough and book is their shield from their unattainable reality.
Newsreaders, well, they do care about you, but they care about the world as well. Or is it just a habit like coffee? Perhaps they think the killings in Iraq or Brad Pitt’s personal life or some kind of research that says outdated milk is harmful to the ozone layer seems to be more candy for brain than your new brown cardigan. But they do care about you.
The mobile discotheques, hmm.. They are watching you; they so wish you asked them what they are listening to. All of them proud of their music they are plugged into. Your cardigan? Well, they have seen it, yeah, and they do care about you… but please please ask them what they are plugged into. But that chic with the ipod seems rather confused. A pink top and a white handbag with a bit if bling on it, Bling-bling europian stylee, what was her problem though? Was it the ipod or was it that new Robbie William single, “advertising space”, that got her confused! Marlon Brando, Watergate, Vietnam, C.I.A., advertising space !!!???– Robbie’s songwriter, what have you done to that poor girl?

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