The train is like a tabula rasa. It doesn't have an identity, a memory or a history by itself.
On the train the passengers linger temporarily, and remain anonymous between the anonymous, with the purpose to complete their journey as effortlessly
"Your tickets please!" Ever heard of this specific phrase coming from the mouth of a ticket inspector !? Who hasn't, right?
Personally, all these times that I hear this phrase, even if I have a ticket, I start sweating. I don't know