A memory of childhood floats to my heads: People are pushing and shouting. I look outside the train window, the mist from the morning covers the woods and beautiful mantel of stars lay above us. My child like mind can’t comprehend the infinitum that above us.
In those moments I didn’t know the train had stop because someone had throw themselves in front of it, crush be the wheels, they say it was man whose wife had left him. I wonder if he look up to the stars and saw only cold infinity starting back at him, alone and without any opportunity.