In my book, the only real requirement of a train is that it has great windows. Because to me, a train isn’t really about the train itself, it’s about watching the world go by at a nice, steady pace. Much like time itself. But slightly faster.
Step 1: Start by embroiling yourself in a political scandal that’s so perilous, if you don’t distract the nation’s attention with a major existential threat, and do it in a hurry, you’ll surely be impeached and thrown in jail.
This is what I like to a call a wakeup moment, almost always brought to you by a stranger. This stranger is an Alarm.