Clunk... the train grinds to a halt again and ... damn... still not had enough sleep, fkking studio is going to be the death of me and... god I can barely move, get out my personal space. Nothing for it, headphones on, United Vibes time...
Bam, head gone.
And then there's some space. Headspace... Galaxies upon galaxies tumble. Possibilities... endless possibilities, there are still undiscovered possibilities, sides to this Rubik's cube that haven't been seen yet. Train, what train? I don't even know what plane I exist in. I can't see we.