"Welcome!" saying every sign of every train station in the world. Warming and comforting in all possible languages, talking to everyone and no one at the same time.
How sad it should be to exist for hospitality, but most of the time be ignored!
However, how should I know! I'm just a metallic bench with an uneven surface, placed on the way station in a land with very constant cold weather.
I meant to be a place for the rest, but to be honest, I'm tearing myself apart between — being slightly uncomfortable or icy torturing. Questioning myself over and over, is this simply mean, or thoughtful, so they will never miss the train?

The truth is unknown.