I just felt like I was on a lot of trains, and that they went on for a long time, and that the distance traveled was insufficiently fulfilling to justify the hours lost from my day and the number of platforms down which I had to carry my things. The destinations were not unsatisfying, exactly the opposite, and the journeys not unpleasant, but I guess sometimes my relationship with time becomes contentious, and the UK was just not a good place for us, me and time.
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