I love the silence created by the train jostling on the tracks. In this serenity I imagine; a creature of incredible length, speed and flexibility following the train just outside my bedroom window, as I did as a young child. A ghost-like thing, purplish in colour, making elegant strides around obstacles, dancing like a shadow across the landscape.

Perhaps he really is there in more concreteness than I could admit to. Maybe he`s flying just outside my bedroom window all the time, following my very step and stride, observing my every move. If i could be sure of this, then maybe I would act differently, as if an audience was present, and i wouldn't be so shameful when nobody is watching.

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