Rotterdam to Amersfoort

Whilst listening to Konigsforst by GAS, I changed on to a train that was already on the platform. When it lurched into movement I was travelling backwards. I got all deep and likened myself to Wolfgang Voight, looking backwards into the European classical tradition, whilst the muffelled kick drum of the train was propelling me ever onwards. Or some such shit like that. Anyway, during track five, we pulled into Utrecht, and just as the album's mood changes and an air of hope breaks through the dense atmosphere, we pulled out again, back the way we came, with me looking forwards into what was to come. It was nice.