Go Station

Even though I know I'm waiting in the right location and I'm on time for the train, it's difficult to relax. Perhaps this is more to do with time than space, it's a 15 minute period, not really long enough to read a book or to focus on anything. Everyone around me is in the same state of slightly anxious anticipation.

Non-place as a particular experience of time, that's on/off rather than continuous: waiting for the train to come, the progress bar to finish loading, the hold music to stop, to make it to the front of the queue, for the light to change.