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Michael S. Atkinson's avatar

Also, I loved the story: the repetition of the ground sweeping past the window line really set the mood. Felt like a metaphor. In the end, aren't we all looking for our own space, in a way?

Hm.

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Cole Noble's avatar

When I was a little kid, my Grandma would take me to the train station so we could watch them come and go. I loved trains you see. I told her it was my dream to one day ride them. She told me that some people did that every day.

Two decades later, I rode the same train from the same station, to work each evening. It felt just like you described here, at first. Eventually it became demystified and routine. But oh, those first few months...

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