Like the nearly empty road in Poem of the Road, train stations give rise to existential questions. Where are we hurrying, and why? When a track and platform are empty, has anyone actually traveled that way? When I am travelling by train, I am always wondering about departures and arrivals—if not my own, then the comings and goings of all the other people, who are there, or not there.
This is an iPhone capture, made while waiting to change trains in Frankfurt, Germany.