I would wake up everyday at dawn before I retired, usually to the sound of my bedroom alarm clock followed by the whirring of wheels of the MRT in the east, making me think of theme park rides on steel tracks. Whenever a train passed I thought to myself, others have gone before me and I must take the next one.

Today the sound of passing trains is merely like passing, pleasant breezes. I no longer worry about having to get dressed, bolting breakfast, and going to work on time. 

Today the world gets on astral trains and comes to me.