A very fast train.

Sitting in a fast train I am thinking that probably I have been traveling in a fast train for many years. Maybe the train was even too fast. I have seen a mountain of places, talked to legions of people, laughed with them, cried with a few, played with some dogs. But usually brief, just passing by. And now, they are still there. Sending pixels through cyberspace. But some of them are gone, even though we all own a cell phone and live @ our laptops. Should I regret? Care? I could miss the next train, walk a bit. Would be nice to have a dog walking at my side, maybe even an American dog.