something to sit on. that moves. that follows a predictable path. operated by someone else, allowing you to concentrate on the world that passes. freed from the distraction of competition with other forms of vehicles, operated frequently by those lacking the sense of responsibility to do so in a competent manor (cars) not limited to the big trains you sit inside of for long distances, but a bench, a place to rest, while it moves through the park or village, even connecting small villages of uniquely built resident owner shelters, where everyone is granted the freedom to creatively please their personal aesthetic. connected together, snaking around curves, following contours of the land, bound to its path, but a branching path, going to even the smallest strangest places. this is perhaps a different kind of train, closer to what hobbyists build that gives them the greatest pleasure. life in a garden that is a village, an infrastructure, not monumental, but fitting the scale of nature, village, surroundings and the people who and other living things that make it their home.
