There are moments so banal they feel almost embarrassing to describe. You’re standing in the center aisle of a moving train. Not sitting, not reading, not talking. Just… standing. As if you’ve forgotten that you’re a human being with muscles that are getting tired and a brain that needs attention. You’re standing there like a morally neutral banana, right between the seats, right between the windows, and—here’s the ridiculous part—you’re trying to look out of both the left and right windows at the same time. It’s a position that makes you feel like you’ve put your life on hold for no good reason. The rest of the train is filled with humanity: scrolling, snorting, sleeping, sighing. You ignore them all, like they’re noise. And there you are, in a place that’s not meant to be standing, staring at two worlds rushing past you in opposite directions.