I’m sitting here thinking… the sun rises and sets again and again. It makes its familiar circle. But in this very same place, every time everything will be different. A different train, different people, different stories. Some trees will grow, some will wither. Every moment will never be the same again, it can never be brought back. An evening on a train feels like the sunset of a life. In the early morning I’ll step off it, and another life will begin. It’s almost like a rebirth. I’ll remember this tiny journey-life with its unique stories and unique people. Every adventure is as if I’m living many small lives. That’s why I cherish every moment, I’m afraid that each little story will end very soon and the magic of the moment will simply dissolve. Oil Painting on cardboard 15x15 cm 0.1 eth bid unlocks physical painting.