I must have stared out of the running train for hours. I looked out blankly through the two thick glass train windows, stained and scratched with time and long journeys to far-away lands. The black shadows of the night stared back at me. An engulfing darkness, interspersed with lights of obscure towns that I didn’t even know existed. The train whizzed by these towns as lovers made love in the darkness, babies slept with their chests heaving softly, troubled men slept a disturbed sleep, women pretended to sleep while their husbands groped them drunkenly and stray dogs walked in the streets barking at the shadows. So many lives, problems and thoughts living in the small towns that hurtled past as the train sped towards its destination.