Remember that click clack soothing tone of trains from my childhood?
There’s something great about riding the train. That smooth ride.
Stretch out unlike the plane.
Read a little, won’t you? Write a little even. Here you don’t have to tuck in your elbows and feel the seat in front of you crash into your forehead.
Let’s watch the world go by. From a bucolic idyllic scene to that which harbors tools for the Anthropocene.
In Italy the train tickets show you how much less carbon you use as compared to a car or plane. Here there is no such sin tax. Only blood tax and amnesia.
