Lötschbergtunnel

When driving the car, I like to imagine that it is a train. The engine is the locomotive, the front 2 seats the driver’s cabin, the rear seats a single passenger carriage, and the boot a freight wagon. Accelerating slowly and maintaining a steady, consistent, chugging speed. I ask Alex to wait for me in the distance so I can drive up to her, and pretend she is a passenger at a platform. Manual doors.

I boarded a train. A train for cars. Remaining in the driver’s cabin, I could see the tracks through the windscreen and open sided carriages. The car adopted the repetitive, rhythmic feeling of a train. Acceleration was slow, cruising speed steady.

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