Trains go slowly to avoid disrupting the landscape. So I thought as I looked out the window of the car, that the landscape is slower when you travel by train.
was raining and the window drops had moved very slowly, just as I was looking, as if following the path they wanted my eyes. Outside was all water, all cold and I felt safe in my car empty and silent, huddled in the last seat playing together drops.
I always liked to play alone, with the minimum at my disposal, almost without moving, as if I was half person, half puppet and you never knew if it was me who played or were playing dolls of me.
Who knows if I got off the train I'm still in it or traveling slowly. Who knows if I am made of cloth .
Illustration: Laaura
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