Once when I was sitting on my train home to the village I had the feeling that when I pass my mind will keep riding in this train line
I wouldn't haunt my apartment or my parents house, I think I would haunt this train line and my rural train station. I would be sitting by the window just watching the scenery change from city to villages to cities and villages again and again, the sun going up and down, commuters frequenting at rush hours, full trains of days of events, silence during midday and nighttime
Through all my life nothing has changed about this place and has unvolutarily been constant and now feels comforting to me. I first knowingly took it as a young child when my father and I went on a trip to the city I live in now.
What place do you imagine your mind resting at after death? 💭
