On the look out

When I'm on the train, looking out from the viewing deck, I like to imagine what I might look like to a stationary onlooker within the long streaks of colour that blur all objects outside. My view is framed by a square window, and while the onlooker's is framed by the train, if we were to think about each of our positions, yet subtract the train, the onlooker would appear lost in my all encompassing torrent of livid wind and dizzying colour rushing by (albeit from frontal view the effect might be one of a slow and placid approach). I however, would seem to be a man sitting in a chair, drifting endlessly through empty space.