A cart with four wheels. Or rather, three—because one is missing. A detail that seems trivial at first glance, but which actually adds an extra layer of tragedy to the entire scene on platform 2. There it sits, crooked, like a wounded soldier after the battle, just barely usable, but too present to ignore. The rain pours down relentlessly on this Monday morning, as commuters shuffle past with their faces averted. No one wonders who the cart belonged to, or what happened to that fourth wheel. And that, unfortunately, says everything about us.