I wake up on the train. The world outside has changed.
The conductor announces a smoke stop … time to get some fresh air.
I leave the smokers to their needs …
… and walk down the platform …
… and a bit further.
On my way back I have a look at the station …
… before the whistle calls us back onboard.
Through the warped and worn glass of the coach window I watch Americas vastness …
… sometimes looking like a Polaroid from another time, …
… sometimes like a glimpse of another world …
… and its values; …
… built on rails, …
… wheels …
… and down to earth industries.
I exit warp drive.
