The woman opposite me is dozing, head turned to the sun. [notebook: Virgin Train service to London Euston 10 March 2004 3pm]
A woman has wrapped herself up in a black puffer jacket and is trying to sleep. It is chilly in the carriage, cold air is being pumped out of the air conditioning by my feet. [notebook: Virgin Trains service to Lancaster 12 March 2004 7pm]
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Sleeping or dozing folds the space between the moments of wakening or awareness. The journey is made as the transition between those moments, a sequence of glances out of a window, for example. It creates a journey that may be very short in time.