The train covered in urban graffiti goes over a mountain, ventures through a forest, dallies through the American plains before stopping at a halt, resting at a burning city.

The yellow, swaying flowers tease the bare, bony trees as a bird soars through the sky, moving on and passing the irrelevance.

The shipping containers block the view of the river protected by the ashy black mountains, the train stretches out almost as long as the mountains do.