Chapter 42: Infinity and Eternity
The London train had two faces.
The London-bound train, typically crowded on weekends, would arrive empty and depart with passengers rarely seen at the station. Dressed in vibrant colors unsuitable for London’s grime and moving with the refined grace honed in high society, these travelers sank into leather seats as they headed for suburban retreats.
They would return to London late Sunday night or early Monday morning, their once light steps now heavy as waterlogged cotton, departing the station with slow, exhausted movements.
Though appearing so different, these two aspects shared the same essence—neither could escape London.
London always stands at the beginning and the end.
London is truly a city that has attained eternity.
—Clack-clack, clack-clack…
The train rushed between stars.
At both ends of the otherwise dark sky hung foreboding twin stars. Fixed above the horizon of endless tracks, they transformed us into wanderers drifting through the gaps between stars.