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.