" She got off at the train station, the final stop, but in the station saw neither signs nor people. She sat on a cold bench in the waiting room, listening. She was starting to wonder if this was really a station. Based on experience she’d assumed as much, but you couldn’t count on things being the way they’d always been. Perhaps this was no longer a station, and she simply hadn’t heard the news. "

― Yōko Tawada , The Emissary