"I am realising that at some point I must come to terms with the fact that some separations will never again be sutured up. I have plotted out much of my life in the past ten years with travel in mind, and although partings are commonplace, I am always thinking of returning to certain countries, of reuniting with old friends and revisiting past experiences. But now I am in a train carriage, going nowhere, and realising that in all likelihood there are people I will never see again, good mates, worthy companions."Living in a train carriage out in the bush, I find myself thinking about the meaning of separation, of being apart.