Looking out the window of the train continuing on its journey, watching fields of green darkened under skies of heaving grey, awaiting a storm to hit, and yet the train will continue on, refusing to derail or even slightly destabilise under any condition, continuing onward to its destination, dropping off all the passengers that use it to get from where they begin to where they want to end their journey in a gradual, progressive manner, as is is the duty of this particular train; one shared by many that have come before and many more to come.

Animals can be seen from the windows. Some are grazing and some are just there. Some choose to frolic, getting excited for the impending rain to reach them, which they will then end up fervently dancing in. Well, at least being perceived as dancing in. They may just be doing something that they choose to do when there is water falling around them.

The views are beautiful. Rolling hills going beyond what can be seen under a hard, intense sky as the track slowly bends around and through the area.

The passengers look out and see everything they can, taking in the sights. Some choose to read, but that’s their prerogative. Others think about the fleeting imagery they see, reaching so close to them and yet being unreachable at this time as it passes through their lives quickly, not allowing them enough time to appreciate as much as they can from their carriage. But then again, there never is when they only view from the inside.

Some passengers think about the oncoming storm and whether they’ll be disembarking from the train whilst it is around them. Some have umbrellas. Some have raincoats. Some are unprepared. They will still all have to brave it for at least a brief moment of time.

Some people look out at the sky and watch the clouds gradually move and whilst their shapes and lines change, no hint of blue can be seen from beyond them and all it does is make them hope it doesn’t rain too hard.

The train continues along the tracks, quickly makings its way along, always going forwards as there are no obstacles to worry about at this time of day.

Through this route is linearity and its linearity that the people need. Any detour wouldn’t be appreciated, for it is a work day and anything that could lead to a great delay could only lead to issues being caused. Some people are asleep as their distance is one that is great to travel, so they get up earlier than they would like to and get the rest of their sleep on the commute, regardless of how broken it would be.

It’s still extra sleep and it means they’ll be able to cope with the work day much better if they decided to stay up during a trip that they’ve taken far too many times to not be accustomed to at this point.

Eventually the hills give way to some houses. It starts off slowly but gradually builds up and soon the train begins to enter suburbia, but only to pass through it as the city is the destination that it seeks to enter and release most of its passengers on its onward journey before a brief rest it takes before heading back, or possibly along another route, always picking up and dropping off passengers that need to get somewhere.

Some people get off in the early suburbs for they are lucky enough to work closer to home than others. Many people get on. Soon the quiet that was in the train gives way to some people waking up and others greeting each other and talking about the day ahead, as well as plans for the weekend.

Some people discuss music and politics whilst others talk about studies and exams.
Some people talk about what’s happening at home and others talk about camping.

It’s not the most alive conversing, but it does add more life to the carriage.

Some people prefer to remain quiet and continue reading whilst others choose to listen to music.

Some people get on and choose to look out the windows and see all the houses and the highways, looking at the cars rolling along and wondering as to why some people choose to drive whilst others choose to take the train instead.

It’s not thinking about big things, but it is still thinking and it helps get them ready for the day ahead, warming up their minds for whatever they’ll need to do later on.

Soon the train is packed, but it doesn’t stop or delay. It has slowed down as the distance between stations has shortened, but it is still making quick progress.

The rain has begun and it’s coming down quite hard. People are talking less as it is so deafening that the only way to continue is to yell, so people choose to remain silent and listen to the rhythmic pounding that all the rain provides, being somewhat comforted and annoyed by it as, regardless of the amount of protection they have, they are all aware that they will have to walk through it at some point on this day and are not looking forward to it, regardless of how far they have to go through it.

Eventually the train reaches the city and more people get on at the first stop than people get off. The train is packed but most people will get off at the next few stops.

The train slowly passes underground, taking people to their destinations and they make their way through their stations to the buildings at which they work, some damper than others.

Eventually the train comes out to the other side of the city, crossing a bridge and continuing on its journey. It picks up less people, but some stay for the trip longer as they work away from the city.

The train continues forwards; never backwards.

The time it took to write one thousand words: 19:12:36

I don’t know where I was going with this. It’s fairly plain and I’m certain that I repeated myself a few times.

I think.

I don’t know.

It would be easy to go back and read it. It would.

However, no.
Anyway, what is this? Real life? Fiction? Real life fiction?

Written at UNSW library.