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For me, trains for me are machines that represent spaces of nostalgia. The energy produced on the tracks and the energy used to move the train cars is a completely sustainable system.

I took a train from Penn Station to 30th Street in Philadelphia and got locked in-between the moving cars in the tunnel from Manhattan to New Jersey underneath the Hudson River. I wasn’t physically locked in-between cars but was unable to move. The heaviness of the train cars and the velocity at which we were moving in such a narrow tunnell was debilitating. I froze in that moment and allowed myself to experience it.

Holding on to the surrounding metal, I remembered the person who committed suicide in front of a highspeed train in the Netherlands at dusk. I remember him often, perhaps every time I go on to a train including the my daily commute on the subway. And there I was, remembering him once more.

The trains in this series are all in the East Coast.