Night trains disappear like an extinct species. The Paris-Berlin Nachtzug still snakes its way through the border. Open windows swallow the dark air in great gusts. Silhouettes shine at the end of the corridors. A blunt ribbon of light splashes against the black unfathomable forests. Lone houses with closed shutters waiting in the great continental nothingness. Possibly disturbed in their sleep by the midnight swoosh and rumble of the passing wagons.
Moriarty on tour, on the way to Jena, Germany. august 17th 2012.
