The Way of the Rails

The Way of the Rails

I like to say that my life is like a train ride across the country. The days of my life are all there at once, the whole landscape, but I see only the part that’s right outside the window. I don’t say that the particulars of the future are foreordained but that the unfurling of it is here, embedded in the present. Riding the train is following a river that’s made of railroad tracks. Like floating on a raft, you ride from one moment to the next, …