I said before, I love airports. There’s a feeling of weightlessness. Even just waiting for someone, sitting in a cafe reading a book, the clock ticking til the flight disembarks, it’s like zero gravity for the mind.
Not needing to be anywhere else.
Trains, I love too, but on a train it’s like I’m weighted down. Same result, the pausing of life for an hour or two or three, but it’s a different process to get there. Given the choice, I’ll get a window seat, facing backwards.
Not looking forward.