The mellow tune flowed through the dining car, passengers whispered softly, forks and knives clinked against plates, making crisp sounds. In the narrow aisle, children ran cheerfully, occasionally causing passengers to exclaim.
Erwin sat in the corner with a cup of hot coffee and a simple sandwich, his body nestled in the angle between the chair and the cabin wall. By looking up, he could observe the entire carriage.
The uninteresting man was soon forgotten by Erwin. He spread out his notebook to observe the passengers and wrote down his fantasies about them.
As a poet, Erwin always wanted to write a work where fantasy and reality coexist. It might not satisfy everyone, but Erwin himself would absolutely love it.
On this journey, he considered many people as his writing material, collecting them in his notebook. Some people were not remarkable, so Erwin only jotted down a few strokes, while others were much more interesting, prompting Erwin to write extensively about them.
