Found some decent photos from the layover on my spring train trip. Looking brings back the tired, lonely, excited feeling of solo travel. Waiting is the only task you have until you leave. Both purposeful and aimless.
Although I wouldn’t want to live permanently in the agitation that comes from figuring out directions and departures, the fresh observations and slowing down of time that can happen while you travel is desirable. I want my commute to feel as exciting and open as my first visit to a new station like this. A challenge for the F train and my local station, which is a badger hole beside the Prospect Expressway.