It's interesting to walk down the empty, narrow halls of an abandoned train breathing in the stale air and wondering about its lives past and current. What was it like when it was in use--busy, noisy, crowded? What other strange souls visit it now? The walls are peppered with graffiti tags and the floor is littered with bottles. I always wonder if one evening I'll stumble across another curious spirit who wandered out here to explore a decaying past.