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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 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.

To me, trains for me are machines that represent spaces of nostalgia. The energy that is produced on the tracks and the energy that is used to move the cars is a completely sustainable system. The trains in this series are all in the North East.