Chapter 32
I’ve traded a view of Paris for the warmth of a lined jacket pocket. I am rocked to sleep by the rhythm of a man strolling through Paris.
A new movement awakens me. He places me on a seat. We’re on a train! I’m going somewhere new, but where? The endgame of this trip is more of a lottery than a choice—which seems like a metaphor for my life these days. Things could be worse. Things have been worse. Let’s hope things won’t be worse. I could use some predictability right about now.
We’re against the window, so if he’s kind enough to lift me up, I may have a view of our journey. Instead, he disappears, leaving me to stare at the striped seatback covers. They have soft-looking headrests that provide comfortable corners for Humans to lean against. How considerate. All we ever get
