I like train station: people come and go all the time.
The ones that wait for the train with me are the ones that I think is worth keeping with me in my life.
I like trains too.
The rhythm and the freedom of being suspended between two places.
I love the steel rails that like all parallel lines, will meet in infinity.
All my anxieties taken care of: in that moment I know where I am going.
Sometimes I wrong train, or I lose my train…
…. sometimes the wrong train takes me to the right station.
This is the life.