" And each of the train's hundred windows
had a face. Passing quickly, it
became a strip of film

so worked as film does: one
continuous story formed, The Man
of A Hundred Faces. I ran

alongside, so slow (that trick of perception)
I ran backwards. Finally,
I was a child. I looked up in the movie

theater I went to each Saturday afternoon,
the screen like a window, and waved
to the figure there, an old man

at the station just as we pulled away."

- The Story "

― Albert Goldbarth