Fast food, fast conversations, speed dating, fast sex, fast dopamine…
It seems that in this relentless chase for speed – where we try to do everything “quickly” just to fit more in – we are not gaining, but losing the most. Losing the very thing we rush after: the precious moments our lives are made of.
Modern people prefer to cross vast distances by plane…
In my country, for better or worse, planes haven’t flown for over four years now. Perhaps for the better, because otherwise, this episode would have never happened.
A journey by train, damn it, is one of the most romantic things there is. But not those silent European electric trains. Seamless tracks may be comfortable, sure… but they kill that unique vibe. And yes, there should be sleeper cars instead of carriages with seats.
These two are heading west – to the City of the Lion.
Five hundred and fifty kilometers ahead of them. A night in a two-person compartment.
Alone.
The door locked – no one will disturb them.
Until morning, they are cut off from the rest of the world, sealed inside that small, cozy space.
Dim, intimate light. The rhythmic clatter of the wheels… and nowhere to hurry.
One of the passengers is my wife.
The other is not me.
1:22 a.m., March 30, 2026.
She sends me this selfie… and I know I won’t sleep until dawn. My thoughts are no longer here – they’re with her.
Most likely, I’m not the only one who won’t be sleeping tonight.
She took that photo for me. With me in mind. I know it.
I understand exactly the feeling she wanted to convey. In her expression, I can feel her love.
And the message… something like a reminder: look at me – your sweet, tender girl, your innocent loving wife.
She wants to be that for me. And… despite everything, that is exactly how she lives in my mind.
On my first monitor:
– our chat in desktop Telegram,
– the photo she sent,
– she doesn’t answer me anymore
– her status: last seen recently
She must be sleeping…
On the second – a browser tab with a “video”.
A train compartment, almost identical to the one in her photo. Pornhub is hinting… No, it’s saying it straight out:
“Your wife is going to get fucked today. And you can’t do anything about it”
It all just a nice fantasy, a plot for some Pornhub clip. But…
This is nothing more than a fantasy.
Things like that don’t happen in real life.
Right?
That evening she told me that she was very tired and she was having “these” days, but…
5:57 a.m.
She sends me two more pictures.
My mind refuses to believe anything could have happened between them.
Even though everything in the frame suggests otherwise. What unsettles me most… she isn’t wearing any panties. And what reason could there possibly be to undress in a train compartment unless…
Oh! I almost forgot something important. The other passenger sharing that compartment with my wife is not a random stranger.
And… they are not just friends.
I didn’t notice him at first in the second photo.