The Train

I turned some more knobs, searching the short waves where everybody seemed to be talking at once. In that way I picked up, for a brief moment, a military band which I promptly lost, so that I have never known to what army it belonged.

Andrew Doran

The digital radio generation will never experience the joy of tuning an analogue radio set into random stations and trying to find out what they are.

19:41 · 25 July 2013

I responded with the smile of a sick man whom somebody is trying to reassure but who feels no better as a result.

“Hey there, guard, are we going to stay here long?” The guard looked at the front of the train, then at the clock. I don’t know why, for he replied: “I haven’t the faintest idea.”