You spend all day in train stations, trying to arrange an accident and a heroism. Last week, you poisoned cats in boxes until you ran out of excuses at the pet store. You have your clipboard and your hardhat, and you instruct the railworkers to start welding things together on the tracks. It is urgent. You want a real fat man to stand on the yellow lines when the train comes in, but he’s standing stock still and your workers all get off the track in time. The train starts screeching to a halt and that’s when I push you.