November 26, 2014

I was on the way home with my dad and we were buying train tickets. These tickets were special in the way that airplane ticket was bundled in as well. There was a line to buy tickets and a line to pass through the gates. These two lines were parallel to each other.

We wanted to buy a ticket to Narita. However the machine kept popping out a purple slip that printed its destination as Corsica. The person at the ticket counter was also very confused as she very clearly entered in Narita as the desired location. She made the machine print again and this time it was directed to Moscow. We thought perhaps it would correct itself if we changed the background image of the ticket.

“Why not just buy a ticket to Portugal then?” I asked.

“Well then we’ll end up somewhere in [eastern] Spain” came the reply.

The ticket seller was browsing through potential backgrounds until she came upon a photograph of ten or so people standing on top of a large round table in a circle while holding candles in the foyer of an unlit, curtained, hotel in the daytime with the front doors open. Among them was my brother and his wife along with a friend.