May 4, 2007
When I was young and riding the train between Grimsby and Leeds (where I studied) or Rotherham (where my first love lived), I would imagine that two razor-thin bands of immutable and unyielding force radiated at right angles from each side of the train out to the horizon. I imagined these unseen blades scything down everything in their path which bore any physical connection to the ground. Trees, pylons, buildings... timber! Nowadays, during my thrice-weekly commute, I imagine my train colliding with an impenetrable, invisible wall of energy. If I think about this too hard I actually flinch.