A train to a bench

I only remember fragments, the screaming person on the toilet, the singing worker in the silent area, the sleeping train man, and the bench, where I rolled out my mat

Central station sketch

He did seem a lot more drunk than her, not unfriendly, just more unfocused. As they stood there at the station, he was trying to excuse to her crossed arms, not because he wanted to, but because they had a train to catch…

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