The Absolute Taste of Loneliness
Bring something you really carry on the train
He’s standing at a train platform, cradling a chipped mug, eyes set on a horizon of tracks that vanish into nowhere. And yet, this snapshot has a secret that refuses to be pinned down with casual glances.
Why did he look so quietly resolute that day?
Was he on the verge of a revelation, or just waiting for a departure that never arrived?