Train Part 1 Boston To Chicago

"Water on the windows. we pass a town, it looks a shell of its former self, the formerself i imagine for it. the station looks deserted, as though men were once here, in someother time, but no longer. it isn't. a man gets on the train, wheezing, desperate, lunges forward,smells of smoke, disarray. the train draws alongside a building, ghostly, dark, windowssmashed, long ago, haunting. vines are growing through, trying topossess it. trees, deciduous, slowly turning shades of red and orange with the..."