“Some of what there is to see is the underbelly, the back yard, the closet, the secret soul of the city. To see it is to understand the city better. There is the baring of painful thoughts—homesick, love me, distrust. There must be, have to be, riders looking on who sympathize...

And on to our destination, silvery rails converging ahead. We are glimpsing fans wearing their devotion to the stadium, the serene smiles of workers leaving for home, a rider’s jacket closed with a door key, track workers at unknowable tasks. The train we’re riding reflects its beauty in one after another glass building, and will eventually reach the rail yard that trains call home.”