You get this strange look into Florida history when you ride a train. You see the names of towns that used to be hub towns that now are almost unknown, aside from the train crowd. You can also get this sense taking older roads which were more dominant before the current interstate pushed them into a kind of forgetful backland. I love seeing these layers, imagining whole lifeways associated with them, remembered by perhaps a few, and now forgotten. There is a sense of sadness mixed with the flash and excitement of the new. You might begin to see the present as a future backland, but in this meditation on brokenness and layers you might also find hidden consistencies, which map onto the places between old roads, old trackways and the current landscape. Taking a train ride is certainly good for the noggin.