Open. Close. Riding the trains. Always so romantic. Flashes of other lives on the fast track to the central station.
Where have they been, these different people? Where are they going? Are they as happy as me? Surely they are richer. Perhaps more powerful. But do their lives have more meaning, more focus, more pleasure?
What is it to be really living? What does it take to feel really alive?
Enjoying everything possible. This is living. In the stream. Riding the trains. Right here. Right now.