Train

I have always liked my reflection in the window of a moving train. It blurs out my edges and make me dissolve for just a bit.. It's like a pillow of temporary amnesia. A temporary switch off. I have a habit of making self portraits from these images of myself on trains. Usually a drawing, but as I have aquired digital photo technology, I too can take half-crappy pictures whenever I feel like it(half-crappy, because the value of photography is decreasing rapidly). Well, anyhow: the sense of bittersweetness of a saturday night (slightly drunk) alone on a train is something hard to describe but something everyone should experience now and again.
I hope to return shortly with an actual work of art.