This morning at about 7:11am the training I was riding came to a stop in between stations. Eventually it was revealed that we had a hit a human, we were later informed that they had died.
All day I have thought about that human. How the lives of that person’s (I don’t know whether they were male or female, young or old, inebriated or sober) family and friends and others have been very different today. There’s something in that. What to make of it. How to purge it. Not to be voyeuristic or opportunistic but to be faithful to that physical space. A way to debrief myself.
[See later ‘Idea 10: Traintime‘]