Slow step by step, rain spattered screen blurs letters, bright greens and reds jangle as they become magnified. Dull chugging sounds repeat as machinery processes the unseen liquids and solids into something we can make everyday use of. Aromas of nothing in particular. A man walks by, his feet in squeaking shoes, carry him by, keeping feet dry
The train announcer tells of the arriving train, still only 3 of us brave the rain; one coat, one coat and umbrella, one t-shirt and cropped hair.