The Moscow bound train squeaked and drummed a monotonous rhythm , running over the long track of steel, so fast that the passing greenery whatever left from the snow fall became a hazy blur. Raul tried to look out the window, but the windows are beaded and the snow beating on it like flying ashes from post apocalyptic skies. Inside Raul was blanked out with his thoughts a curious mixture of cozy and bored, all of him itching for the destination that will come eventually and the actions after. Raul was lost in his thoughts again, thumbing through the book in his hands, he began to focus on his thoughts which had exploded in his mind like that of a forked lightning. These sudden flashes of thoughts animate those Frankenstein monsters, that you once feared. He has been through this fun house and that not so funny sequence of scares. Chasing the thoughts are like exploring a cave, a dark place and the sudden flashes animate some imagery, giving it a skewed perception. There’s no good...