The 20:33

An empty train, the rattling of the semi screwed in panels of the carriage are diametrically opposed to the light bobbing as we sway along the tracks. There is a constant humming, it feels as if we are somewhere between two definite existential points. A locomotive purgatory. It feels like we are in a void area where time doesn’t mean anything. In short; the exact point on earth where the laws of man are suspended momentarily lies somewhere between Kintbury and Newbury. A cow chews the cud for all eternity here.