tails for the riso prints you’ve submitting, for printing—and you can’t afford to stop. The train station—and thus the train—are packed today. you press up against a door and stare out the window, ignoring the crush of people around you. You don’t know it yet, but your whole day is about to go up in flames—figuratively and literally, but what comes out of it is a whole new world in front of you. Welcome to your life—welcome to your story.