Irvine Welsh’s novel Trainspotting, published in 1996, follows a group of heroin addicts in an economically depressed area of Edinburgh, Scotland, and their passage through life. Over the last year, I have enjoyed hours and hours of riding the train to Seattle and have used this time to write. I find a table in the salon car, order a beer, enjoy the passing scenery, and write. The setting offers inspiration from the interesting folks that are traveling to the changing countryside, sky and distant mountain ranges. It is a rolling pallet of metaphors. No addicts, at least that I can spot; but there are backwater towns cone could describe as depressed. A passage through life? Definitely.