Trains

Staring down the tracks, I (secretly) hope, despite how many people would tell me to do otherwise, that our lives will follow the path those trains take. From one they split into two, encompassing the platform as their lives take separate yet parallel paths through that period of time. But even though they lose sight of each other, they find each other once again on the other side, becoming one.

And going through 田園調布 and 学芸大学 brings their own pain with the connections I make to those two stations. They seem like such lonely places now.