Tag: The meaning of life

  • As I Was Saying

    As I Was Saying

    I’m a liar. Months and months ago, I’d promised a romantic tale of train travel—of moonlit plains slipping past the windows of a midnight sleeping car, of cabin-weary travelers stretching their legs at sleepy depots, of a conductor booming out the names of the depots still to come. And I’d meant to write that story,…

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