To find myself I took wonderful a train backwards
As with most self respectable trains this one was full
The seats were colorful, and had no handle guards
Starting from the last one I sat and thought "it's cool.
But the seat was meant for a beach somewhere and was soggy with booze.
I moved to the quiet one, the comfortable one but the sign "you can sit for 2 out of every 20 minutes" turned me off.
Then there was the luxury one, where I'd be intellectually stimulated and wined and dined, but it was not a seat where I could hold a child.
A nearby there was a simple seat, an airplane one. I could rock it for a bit, but it was more of a peculiarity of the train to have such a piece.
I stood up and headed back, to the one that said "sit and enjoy for a bit" I did. The sign had changed to " that's your place". It wasn't.
The next one had vulgarities written all over it. It was not one I'd chain myself to.
Then I took a longer walk, longer than I'd like to admit - to the one I'd sat for so long and considered a throne. It had all the amerities, but the view was measured, covered in pains and over time I'd have forgotten my destination. The only one I left with regret.
Down the hall there was the sunny one. So warm and cozy, yet in a wagon that detaches on the next spot.
The following was the one with the universe inside it. What an arrogant statement. The madness was making it unstable, hysterically loud with sharp edges the marks of which I still wear.
There were one or two seats left. So uncomfortable you'd consider them only for their educational value.
My train stopped a woman looked at me from the station.
"What would you expect if you compare them to seats. That's misogyny, an entitled objectification!'
"I'm sorry" I said "you're starving with figs while my soul is tired"
"Maybe, but next time compare them to something more beautiful - gourmet meals might do"
"I'll do my best, but I have to find the best restaurant, first."
We laughed. I cried.