Warehouse Of Memories

Sitting on a train, speeding past derelict warehouses, music in my ear, on the way to an airport, bags packed to the brim, thinking about the hassle of security, cursing the fact that I didn’t have time for a proper breakfast and will need to rely on Starbucks coffee and pastries to stock up against the pretzels and soda offerings on the plane, handing over the ticket to the conductor, reminiscing about the day before, tired and excited, sunrise, a new day…