Lost moments

I think a big part of the world getting smaller, aside from the ability to share pompous observations from blogs like this one, is that we are losing more and more things – more moments.
I get on the train everyday to commute and reality is that I – the biggest train buff in the… Something or other, because I’m not that bad, I just enjoy the technical knowledge too – but even I allow my journey to become something almost monotonous, a series of stations level crossings, under passes, over passes, bridge, signal check… And I confess, I sit in the doorway listening to music on my device of choice at a level of which that won’t disturb the ambience for my fellow travellers…
But I can’t help but feel something is lost.
Look at any older station with a building and a bit of history… Look at the architecture. Even the facade of my local station is steeped in beauty (and seagulls but you can’t help everything). Its an old building, huge, tall rooms.. and what is essentially the roof of an Airport hanger on the back, which whilst keeping me dry on a wet morning I still consider a sin.
Looking at these structures – settings for something quite personal, becoming a stage but not a theatre – true lost moments are not acts and should never be rehearsed. These lost moments of unscripted emotion – an arrival or departure. Moments in time of saying hello to a loved one who is rarely seen, welcoming a colleague on a business venture. Perhaps saying goodbye, tears accompanying those messages of au revoir, the hugs and hand shakes and the please don’t kiss me Aunt Loretta oh too late, all moments where an emotion is involved, regardless of whether its love, sadness or simply just feeling welcomed or valued by being met – something I have experienced before and appreciated.
I believe we are losing these. Sure enough, they take place every day, in many places big and small. The quintessential image of embrace on St Pancras concourse will always be the marketing message of choice but it doesn’t really matter if its St Pancras, St Albans or Sugar Loaf.
I sometimes chide myself for allowing these moments to pass me by unobserved, no witness for time… But then I remember all that I have observed and it sort of balances out…
So that’s my lament for the morning. I’m off to work and I will probably ignore anything I see for the rest of the day…

Just… Sorry if I interupt your moment at 15mph as I take part in the charge to leave the station…

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