Heroes Not Zombies

Tokyo Station by night.

I’m amazed to watch the constant snaking in and out of the station of the long, long trains they have here in Japan. From the 32nd floor here it looks like a giant train set (if only I had a bank of remote controls!)
But as I gaze down on all this activity I wonder, not just at the mind boggling complexity of making it all run so smoothly, but I wonder where everyone is going?
We’re a busy species, aren’t we?
Weird, therefore, to sit in the hermetic almost-silence of a high rise hotel room, watching, but not hearing anything other than the raindrops hitting the glass, and the muffled murmurings of the trains like waves breaking on the shore, or a distant creature breathing…..