On Watching Footage of a Train and Other Related Scenes

I am drawn to the small, uncontrollable feelings within us, and how humans respond to them. We live in a world filled with meanings of our own making. In this web of meanings and values born from our thoughts, what deserves our attention, and what should we learn to let pass in silence? If what truly matters must be something enduring, then what, in this ever-shifting life, could possess such a quality?