When I told my Japanese friend that I love trains, she was surprised. I told her that for me, trains are symbolic of the multitude of experiences that people are having within the same confined public space.
A collage kid now turned salary man, a couple who just fell in love, someone visiting the grave of someone lost too soon, and an old man with a Strong Zero tightly clasped in his hand and nowhere to go. They are all sharing one space physically, but mentally wrapped up in their own stories.
What station did they come from? Where are they headed to? With the city as a fabric of interwoven stories and the physical paths in which these stories are told, the trains are the passages where they’re woven together and that’s what I see when I look at the trains here.