I'm rushing along in a train at minus 100 miles per hour. Minus 100? I need to think about that. Through the window I can see the lampposts flicking backwards—or do I mean forwards? I suppose I mean both. Travel these days is so boring… that's why I like to take lots of little breaks. (I'm sorry that's a play on words, but you probably won't get it till later) MINUTE'S UP — HOP!