Life can be unexpected. Experience is supposed to be a great teacher, but I say it's a fairly shitty one. It's like having the winning powerball numbers the week after the drawing: would have been great if you had the knowledge you needed when you needed it. It does me know good to have such phenomenal knowledge after the fact.
Later trains are less eventful than rush hour ones. I have my own seat, everyone is just tired and beat right now. Heads leaning against greasy windows and books being read. Nothing exciting thankfully.
I'm going to listen to music, stare out the window and contemplate cause & effect.
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