The Train

Oh the train. The train, the train. For me, above all, the train is an exercise in making everyone anonymous, dehumanising people, making every interaction one of love or hate. So many people packed together and from there you are so squished into your own individual self that if someone bumps into you, it is an affront, a personal attack. With so many people around you, so many languages, ages, appearances, you can no longer truly imagine connecting with people, imagine their life and how they could relate to you and how you could bond with them.

The train and train journeys, on the face of it are a tragedy, or rather a comedy – the state of capitalism, rendering us mere cogs in a grinding, furious, gluttonous machine which cares nought for us.