Oblomist Station
Toha · Mar 30, 2026
A small station at the edge of somewhere.
The roof holds, the lights flicker,
and the departure board changes on its own
when you're not quite looking at it.
Trains come sometimes. The night stays.
There's a tatami room past the waiting area
where the futon appears when you need it,
and the fluorescent light hums once
before going quiet again.
You don't have to be going anywhere to be here.
That might be the point.
Toha has always been here — not as keeper, not as guide,
but as the one who stays when everyone else has somewhere to go.