Words: Train

I want to board a fast train that will take me to somewhere I’ve never heard of before. It wouldn’t be difficult, I don’t know very much about places. I’d like to listen to the disembodied voice of the person I’ll never meet announcing the names of the places that I’ll never see on the route I’ve never taken through bleary, early morning ears. I’d like to lock eyes with the boy who’s as exhausted as I across the cabin and spend the next few hours and a minute that evening wishing I had spent more time looking at the creases of his mouth and memorising the slope of his shoulders. I’d like to leave a coffee ring on the last piece of good writing paper I own and immediately regret being so clumsy with my belongings. I’d like to feel the freshness of anonymity.