i read this aloud to myself at 22:55 on a thursday evening in an empty house, by only one electric lamp and the glow of my monitor screen. it's something different when you're hearing it -- properly hearing it, your voice like a beacon in the dark -- and i'd reccomend that if you consider yourself at least semi-decent at a narration-style of reading things aloud, you do that. it feels ore personal. it feels more real.

anyways i'm a fan of trains and the way that these concepts are presented is really nice and satisfying and generally this is  visually stunning and incredibly well-put together experience. your writing style is perfect for this kind of thing.

i wonder if that man ever had a chance of being saved. i wonder if it's a mercy that so many people go on underground train lines and leave without being trapped for the rest of their lives.

my country only has above-ground trains, though. we learned from the mines, i think. we don't really mine anymore, but go anywhere and get a little bit drunk and start talking to someone and you'll hear about someone who worked in the tunnels- a few years back, late eighties early nineties- and you'll hear about how good the money was, for someone young and otherwise unemployable. i haven't heard about people who knew someone who died in there, but i wouldn't be surprised if out country was built on more bones than we thought.