Stories From The Head

Jomar and the Train Jomar glanced out the window. He could see the lake. Then the train moved, and Jomar was unable to see the lake. Had the lake moved? No! The train had moved, but the lake hadn’t moved. Hence the term “moving train”. Jomar wasn’t comfortable with this. Not comfortable at all. He wanted to see the lake. But he also needed to be on the “moving train”. At first he considered asking the driver not to move the train, but discarded the idea immediately, deeming it too time-consuming. Jomar decided to have another idea: He would construct a “moving lake”. The driver appreciated this, and awarded Jomar a free-coffee-voucher. The train kept moving. As he sipped his free coffee, Jomar made a list of things he’d needed for his project. He needed water. Lots of water. And he needed land. Then he needed a mechanism to make it move. “This is gonna be a piece of cake”, he thought, looking at his coffee-cup. But that would be his next project. Turning the coffee-cup into a piece of cake would probably make him famous, but constructing the “moving lake” was more important to Jomar just now. After working day and night for one day and one night, he succeeded in building a “moving lake”. He was shaking with excitement as he pressed the remote control, and watched in awe as the lake started moving. At that exact moment the speaker-system on the train activated itself, and the words “next stop Lusby” boomed throughout the carriage. Then… the train stopped moving. Jomar could only stand by and watch as the lake disappeared over the horizon. He cried out with anger, but was distracted when he caught sight of a small object on the table in front of him. “Well, my little friend”, Jomar said to the coffee-cup. “Looks like it’s you and me…”…

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