for 10 days i have been in a train, returning and going to the same city. in that train my eyes are always focussed on the passengers’ bags. i ask if maybe there is a swimming pool inside their bags. maybe there are also restaurants for dinner. but their bags are silent like themselves. maybe the passengers are building a house inside their bags, when they are silent. when all of the passengers start to sleep, i play with their bags. i enter their bags. ow, i find chocolate and salted egg. faded name cards. i put on the clothes they carry in their bags, then i make a dinner party with the clothes in their bags, like opening a city.

don’t cry anymore, i say. outside, time is walking behind us. outside, there are no more bags in which to hide ourselves.