Liminal Space
There's something quite special about traveling at night by train. The world is darker, quieter. Things are being tided up and put away. There is a calmness to it all.
I enter the train and flip out the little laptop tray, hoping that this one doesn't have food or old gum attached. The carriage is empty and the light flickers gently. This feeling of going from one place to another reminds me of a lecture I had a few years ago on liminal space.
"To be on the threshold of something new, but not quite there yet. The physical space between one destination and the next".
A sense of nostalgia floods the train.