There were always people to greet him at the train station, but he often wondered what it'd be like if there weren't. He knew that one day, enough people would forget, or be too busy, or think they wouldn't be needed, or wouldn't be welcome, and others would better take the place. Small mysteries are all he had left to occupy his thoughts. A number on a billboard reminded him of a math problem reminded him of its application in the observation of nature reminded him of botany reminded him of planting a sapling in school reminded him of that dusty library reminded him of Aristotle.
Who was picking him up at the train station?
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