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Night Train<\/strong><\/p>\n It seems so long ago, now, that I took the night train across the border <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Jacob Silkstone<\/strong>\u00a0has worked as an Assistant Managing Editor for\u00a0Asymptote<\/em> and a\u00a0Managing Editor for\u00a0The Missing Slate\u00a0<\/em>(Pakistan) and has taught at international schools in Bangladesh and Norway. He is currently based in Bergen.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Night Train It seems so long ago, now, that I took the night train across the border aware only of the fury to flee anywhere, the numb indifference towards the destination. Does it matter to you where I started from? Since then, every journey has seemed somehow an extension of the first, […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[138,7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-19855","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-2019-poetry-picks","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19855","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=19855"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19855\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":20312,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19855\/revisions\/20312"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=19855"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=19855"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=19855"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\naware only of the fury to flee anywhere,
\nthe numb indifference towards the destination.
\nDoes it matter to you where I started from?
\nSince then, every journey has seemed somehow
\nan extension of the first,
\nonly my face in the window grows a little older,
\nthe list of possible stops a little shorter,
\na life spent always in motion, never sure
\nif I wanted to reach that one still point.
\nAnd in the blank black space beyond the window
\nnothing has really changed:
\nthe rain still pastes its strange constellations
\nacross the window\u2019s map of the night sky.<\/p>\n