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Often I ride the train from Maine to Boston and back again.

It’s interesting.

I had a friend who hated the train because he said it was like looking into the backyards of all the people along the tracks.

I love it.

The guard is down. There’s no pretense, especially in the early hours, or just past Sunset. It is the unwritten visual encyclopedia of American life - in all its glory, and in all its trash.