Scifi Train

On the train, off to Glasgow to see a friend and baby (hence the bunny). The fog is so dense it's like being in a weird science fiction film. Looking out of both windows all you can see is white cloud with an occasional eerie light. You can feel the train moving forward but can't see where it is. I'll either arrive in a different time or an alternate universe.

Both are strong possibilities.

So, I'm thinking...alternate universe what would I change? I have several fantasy mes. Some are very rich and want for nothing. Lottery winners, some sort of big company exec, even sometimes a kept woman. Then I think no! Far too souless. After that, fantasy me strays into a craft expert quirky making things writing fashionish possibly with some sort of musical talent just to fully express my total creativity world. Of course, it is worth reflecting that I have chosen to spend my career doing something totally different that I quite like and that if I really had wanted to do some of the above (I do pursue the lottery dream on an occasional basis) I would probably have gone and done it by now.

A time machine is a different matter. I have given this some thought and feel the 1920s might be a good time to start. Great social change, women kinda have the vote. I could join some sort of intellectual free thinking group and feel like we may change the world. Going forward seems dangerous. I remember Threads. Even going forward just a little bit would worry me. What if I am disappointed?

As the train pulls into the station and the fog lifts, I find Glasgow looking its usual rainy self. The announcement comes on as normal and so I suppose this isn't really a scifi train. Just a normal shuttle service. So it will be here and now that I get off the train, and I'm glad.