big transit owes me my memories

Where does your mind go in transit? Where does the mind slip off to, when the body is suspended between here and there? I am beginning to believe that all trains, buses, and planes are wired with a secret contraption, one which extracts our sense of the moment and replaces it with a feeling of the past. That perhaps, the owners of "Big Transit" are hoarding our in-the-now feelings to bask in our…