Adreanna Jasso

South

Train rides have always been odious affairs, there is no getting around it. I used to like to watch the countryside dissolve into itself, but the older I get the whole business becomes too dizzying. Greens bleed into blues and dry into browns too quickly for me to get a hold of myself. Then there is the issue of my reflection hovering over the whole affair, changing color with the trees and fields and flowers. It was all very romantic when I was young-- making worlds and people out of my own face-- but now I prefer to look inside the cabin for my entertainment.