Daydreaming of random fate encounters at train stations in distant places. Perhaps a girl traveling with a pet mini monkey will tell me a secret that only I was meant to know. Maybe a stranger will know what the color of the stars in my dreams is. Perchance, an old man will give me a very old key that will open a door full of potential potentials. Or at the very least, through a web of plausibly impossible possibilities, cities will simply pass by behind tinted glass windows.
