I Call Window Seat - Trains

Take the window seat. The curtains part, the platform slides away, and an hour-long journey rolls past: rice valleys and cedar hills, Alpine passes and lake shores, sea cliffs and olive groves, high plains under a big sky, the tides of the St. Lawrence, palms and paddy on India's west coast. When the train pulls into the station, the next journey departs. It's a living world, not a video. Every journey is built as the train moves, a stretch of track at a time: the route, the land, the towns, the weather, the hour of the day. Houses, barns, temples and chalets are drawn from code as they're placed, so no two are quite alike. Windmills turn, laundry ripples in the wind, birds bank over the river, herds lift their heads as you pass. A festival lights up at dusk. A storm rolls off the mountains. Leave it running all day and you won't see the same hour twice. SIX RAILWAYS - Japan: rice…