in transit

in transit

i have spent a lot of time in places that exist only to be left. platforms, waiting rooms, the seat by the window. nobody stays in these places on purpose. that's what i like about them.

japan — the platform

A small cream matte resin figure with a wide pill-shaped head and dot eyes sits on a weathered wooden bench on a misty regional train platform in Japan, an old analog arrival board overhead.

the board changes every few minutes. i haven't. i think i'm still deciding.

france — the window seat

A small cream matte resin figure with a wide pill-shaped head and dot eyes sits on a worn blue train seat beside a window, French countryside blurred in motion outside.

someone left before me. the tray was still folded down. i didn't touch it.

india — the waiting room

A small cream matte resin figure with a wide pill-shaped head and dot eyes sits on a wooden bench beside a weathered canvas travel bag in an old Indian railway waiting room.

the bag was still there when i sat down. i didn't ask who it belonged to.

the uk — the underpass

A small cream matte resin figure with a wide pill-shaped head and dot eyes stands in a narrow cream and green tiled underpass at a British train station, walking toward daylight at the far end.

the light was at the other end. i was already walking toward it before i decided to.

the usa — the departure board

A small cream matte resin figure with a wide pill-shaped head and dot eyes stands beneath a large split-flap departure board in a vast mid-century American train station concourse.

i looked up and none of the names meant anything to me yet. that felt like an option, not a problem.

germany — the platform at dusk

A small cream matte resin figure with a wide pill-shaped head and dot eyes stands at the edge of a regional train platform in Germany at dusk, an approaching train's headlight glowing in the distance.

its light found me before i found it. i stayed exactly where i was.

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