Picture yourself on a long train journey. The world outside is whizzing by at unimaginable speed. The fog is rolling over the gentle hills of the countryside, giving everything a dim, dreary feel that could really describe any part of England during a morning commute. The window beside you vibrates at a frequency designed to never quite be unpleasant but always just noticeable. You long for an escape from this situation and consider a nap, as you’re still tired from the gaming marathon you inflicted upon yourself the previous evening, but you know any hope of a nap is fleeting and will leave you only worse off afterward. You could read, but your eyes only just managed to focus on getting your key into your lock this morning and you’re not convinced they could manage to even tell what a book was at this point in the day. Read more …