Long, winding. Long stretches with tunnels. Things that don't connect. Leading nowhere. And everywhere.
Singing happy little nothing tunes as he works.
Happy just to build a place for his beloved trains. Unaffected by broken bits. Just fixing them as he goes. Changing the layout several times a day.
Just happy. Happy to live in the world of trains. In his sweet imagination. His very own rail yard in our dining room.