So there I was, a sunny, warm autumn day, waiting for the train against a tin shed full of graffiti. I waited there for almost 3hrs. It wasn’t so bad. It could have rained.I had some time to ponder about: why the train? Still a question I’m not fully capable of answering yet. But I can tell you this: upon reading into some of the train symbolisms, I’ve come across something interesting.
The Train - It could symbolize a journey--a journey which may be symbolic itself, such as journeying into regions in the psyche that are unexplored or journeying into a new relationship. It could also point to a journey into a new facet of life, a new destiny.
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It is a very interesting perception of thinking that maybe because the train moves to a destination that it is considered a journey within itself. A journey to a new beginning for us humans.
But what happens when it’s not so much the traveling trains we’re interested in? That, I know for a fact we do not travel on freight trains. So then why do I have such a fascination for the cargo and not so much for the passengers?
Maybe this is where Magritte comes into play with his “object of mystery”… maybe a freight train is something more unknown to me. Each freight is a container full of something we don’t know. Sure, we could all guess that it’s mostly business’ and company’s supplies… but what if there’s something more? And the fact that there’s so many piled together on a long serpentine track making it seem like a monster in some form. And the weight it carries on its wheels screeching at every connecting rail.
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What lies within?
That is something I deliberate and imagine to myself all the while I wait.
