sábado, marzo 18, 2006

trains

He was told about a country that possessed no trains to speak of. Several stations, all of them beautifully adorned with the best station cafes in the world, the finest station clocks, the most atmospheric of concourses, the most beautiful light. The passengers had nowhere to go, but they didn't care.

One day they got the trains to work. The excitment was intense. So intense that there was an accident, and not one, not two, not three... but seven people were killed.

And then they realised why they never had any trains.