It is said that all experience compresses itself to a number of moments that symbolize it in its entirety: thus if one of these microcosma can be understood then even those things uncommon and impossible to touch may be possessed.

You are waiting, for instance, at a train station, to board or to meet a train. It may be that your true love rides the train, or it may be that you are to be carried beyond the grave – to the next underworld, to heaven or to hell, or to the oblivion of nowhere in particular. The others wait it impatiently: one walks to the tracks to feel the rails, a useless trick from the movies. When a train whistle sounds they all move down to the tracks carrying baggage, only to meet what you somehow knew without any evidence to be a freight train. This happens any number of times. Some of them, the passengers, are beautiful, some stupid and misguided, most both. Their desires are irrelevant, their reasons for travel obviously misplaced. You know you must ignore them: neither speak to them nor laugh at them nor envy their loves, for your own ends are equally vague and unimportant. You look down the track and it seems that if you would only get bored and look for something else the train would arrive just as you turned away.