No Children

I rode the night train to the east coast cause I was miserable. The whole country was asleep, at home in their warm beds. The train was almost empty. The rain made the also almost empty streets glisten. It sparkled and streaked on the windows. I felt sad. I couldn’t see much, but I didn’t want to. I read “JM Roberts History of the World”. I got in the wrong train and got delayed for an hour at an empty station. I got in the next train and rode all the way to the beach. I showed my woefully underpaid and incorrect ticket to the stationmaster (who was wearing gangster shorts and flip flops) and he stared at me for six seconds and said “welcome come to taiwan” and he waved me through because doing the paperwork to make me pay for my fare in the middle of the night wasn’t worth it. Then I hiked to the spot. Now I’m looking at very many stars. East coast has very many stars.